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POEMS, SONNETS AND 
SACRED SONGS 



R. M. BARTLEY 

Author of "Boost's Verse of Hawaii' 




BOSTON 

THE GORHAM PRESS 

1917 



Copyright 1917, by R. M. Bartley 



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The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A. 

SEP 13 1917 



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CONTENTS 

Page 

Thoughts 9 

The Sects Problem II 

Christ 12 

Invkation to Salvation 14 

The Encouraging Birdies 15 

Cant Find Any Fault 16 

Tlie Day's Finish 17 

The Sabbath and the Fourth Commandment . . . 18 

Sunday 19 

Storms 20 

Purity Wins Out 21 

The Two Com?nandments . 22 

New Wine 24 

Oratory 25 

JUy Ways are not Your Ways 26 

Righteousness 27 

Heaven 28 

The Holy Bible 29 

Esthetical Nourish7?ient 30 

The Bible 31 

Lines to the Revised Edition Pronouncing Bible- 
Dictionary — Smith 32 

Sinners Wont Stay Put 33 

Whyf 34 

Lines of the Salvation Army 35 

Street-Corner Service 36 

The Salvation Work 38 

Frailty of Man 40 

An Inconsistency 41 

The Stability of our Unity 42 

The Salvation Work 43 



CONTENTS 

Page 

A Train Convert 44 

The Prison Convert 45 

The Trolley Throng j 46 

The Sabbath 47 

City Songs 48 

The Soldier s Sabbath 50 

Commonplacedness 51 

Spirkual Purity 52 

Never Neglect 53 

Good Deeds 54 

The Put-Off Spirit 55 

Dear Savior 56 

Let Us Pull Together 57 

Samaritanisrns It 58 

Sanctuary 59 

The Creation 60 

Biblical Story Rhymed 61 

February 2gth 63 

My Diary for 19 — 64 

Santy, Does He Hide? 65 

Which Is Best? 66 

General Booth 67 

Lament the General {General Booth) 69 

The Last In\timidations 71 

The Bible Dictionary , 72 

A Sonnet for the Week 73 

The Floral Daisy 74 

The Blessed Trinity 75 

Heaven 76 

Good Advice 77 

Wish We Could Say 78 



CONTENTS 

Page 

Prayer Telegraphic 79 

Jealousy 80 

God Hcareth Not Sinners 81 

Disaster and Help 82 

It Passeth Understanding 83 

My Testament 84 

Independence Day in El Paso 85 

Lines to the Smallest Bible on Earth 86 

Read the Bible . 87 

Who Rules? 88 

The Old Church Pew 89 

Sing 90 

Easter gi 

The Sabbath Eve 92 

Behold Your King 93 

Christ Everywhere 94 

Sing the Sacred Songs 95 

Sunday 96 

Hallelujah 97 

Works 98 

Sing 99 

Christian Rejoice lOO 

Why Hear Ye Himf lOl 

The Call 102 

Brother Obey 103 

Is There Bliss? 104 

The Lord Be With Thee 105 

Our Judge 106 

Lord Have Mercy 107 

Lord of Beauty 108 

Darkness 1 10 



CONTENTS 

Page 

A Prayer II2 

Baptismal Sacrament 113 

Lines Written After Reading ''Death to 

Prohibition' 114 

Brother 115 

Lachrymose 116 

Joy 117 

Sorry Il8 

Reminiscence 119 

My Sojourn in a Hospital ^ Minanoa, P. 1 121 

Niagara . , 127 

Lines to Belfast 131 

Irish Bonfires 135 

Lines to the Sttory of the Great Flood and 

Cyclone Disasters 138 

Beautiful Passaic Falls 140 



POEMS, SONNETS AND 
SACRED SONGS 



THOUGHTS 

Come think thoughts of purity, 
Think of and, the higher shadows see; 
Be angelical in every atom of a thought 
For the Christian's ways with sin is fraught. 
Sin is treacherous — an enemy! 
Heaven, no sinner will ever see. 
Change, and be steadfast in your change; 
Strange, and to Christ be never strange. 

Come think thoughts of the revelation; 
Think of the blessings of your station. 
Christ left power infallible, became man. 
Whats the matter with your orbit wan? 
Forsake sin ! Let the Savior heal 
Thy disarticulatedness for weal. 
Change, and be steadfast in your change ; 
Strange, and to Christ be never strange. 

Come think thoughts of bread and wine — 
Corn and fruit sanctioned by Him Divine. 
Shun intemperance of corn and barley malt. 
They are not heavenly fruit, but fruit with a fault. 
'Tis sin to rob your child of bread by drinking rye — 
Heaven no drunkard will ever discry. 
Change, and be for Christ in your change; 
Strange, and to members and Church be never 
strange. 



THE SECTS PROBLEM 

I sometimes wonder on the Religions — 

The various Sects and Creeds? 
I try, when I read my Bible, 

When I read of the bloody deeds, 
To locate the text and Scripture, 

To locate the wonderous seeds 
Of all those Religions of today — 
And I'm sometimes successful, I'm happy to say. 

'Tisn't hard to find the Episcopalian 

The first heretic of all; 
Nor is the Presbyterian a mystery 

When you ponder the truths of the fall, 
And reclamation of the Erring Son 

By Christ lowly and repentant Paul ; 
Nor is the friends and disciples a puzzle — 
There no maze, nothing by the narrow, straight 
muzzle. 

The Baptist is not the hardest to disentangle, 

Oh, no; 'tis the simplest of all: 
Ritual is sweet and kingly, 

And a vent, and a call. 
Orators are quick to firmly grasp 

The "leaders chance" as disciple Paul, 
For its Religion for the Saint — 
No use of saying, it taint! 



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The Methodists and Salvation Army 

And Young Men's Christian Association, too, 

Also the reformed bodies I can find in my testament, 
And they are so necessary they grew 

With the metropolises and country. 
Oh, they are cordially true blue! 

I just love them all in all 

From Episcopalian to Salvation Army hall. 



II 



CHRIST 

Christ as a child wion souls to him 

By heavenly magnetism of love ; 
Christ as a boy won learned men w^ho dim 

His environment by fallacies of Jove. 
Sadducee, Pharisee, Scribes and Jew 

Stood awed, astounded by the marvelous boy 
Whom God and Angels sentineled thru 

Dark days and nights of hiding alloy. 

Christ as a man, the Peerless Physician, 

Whom the blind, halt and leprous loved; 
Woman's friend in her distressed mission, 

Catering to false love's iniquitous beloved. 
Mysterious spirit miraculously hid in danger, 

How could mortal preach without being taught? 
Testify, without partiality, of the Genesis to stranger 

Who periodically incessantly his life sought. 

Christ the guardian of His fellowman 

When sin and covenanted laws failed ; 
Christ the Miracle Worker, weak and wan 

From malicious punishment when betrayed and 
jailed. 
Oh, heavenly, incarnate soul who cried 

In bitter, pleading tone to his Righteous Father 
"Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani.'^ Then the all power- 
ful died 
Mid sympathetic glances from his hiding disciple 
and ijnother. 



12 



Christ, the crucified, triumphantly arose 

From the sepulchre of those who sleepeth; 
Taught his disciples how to begin and close 

Missionary work in Jerusalem, o'er which he 
weepeth. 
Gave them the Holy Ghost, the comforter of the 
elect. 

To impart and transplant the Penticostal blessing. 
Christ, the arisen, then ascended back 

To Him who gave his only son for our lesson. 

Christ the advocate now reigns in Trinity 

In the Heavens the santuary of rest and peace. 
Come, come, crieth our meek divinity. 

•Be pious disciples! Let sin surcease! 
'Tis the crucified, the perfect one of unity, 

That calls Thee from secular fleece. 
Come to His fold! Renounce the old trite bee! 

Remember the world is drifting to peace. 



13 



INVITATION TO SALVATION 

Suffer darkness and blindness no more 
My habitual, tippling brother; 

Wend the narrow, sanctified floor — 
We'll be your loving mother. 

Every, every christian to the rescue, 

Why, why hangs back the few? 

Why hang back progressive brother 

And pull thy purse string? 
Why not fraternize amongst other 

Sons of God that oft did sing? 
Why hang back tantamount to the light ? 
Help, Oh help, dear brother, tonight. 

Suffer the past century no more. 
No more my intemperate friend; 

Harken to Christianization and soar 
To blisses without end. 

Accept this invitation to the Lord, 

Accept His salvation and His holy word. 

Accept our ways and Church, 

The transfiguration to our Lord; 

Minister in tantivy with flaming torch — 
Holy, acceptable our record. 

Holy are our ways and works. 

Harken, 'tis thee alone that shirks. 

Open thy purse strings, dear brother, 

Help the conversion along; 
Primitive is the convergent smother 

Where drunkards are millions strong. 
Every Christian now to the rescue! 
Why only hangs back the few? 



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THE ENCOURAGING BIRDIES 

'Tis encouragement to hear 

The little birdies, so dear, 

Singing in the murky rain ; 

Singing when we're fain 

To defame and ribald our reputation 

With cuss words the damnation 

Of the soul, yet the Impetus 

Of the wicked who fuss 

With the stumbling creater 

Whose works and ways teeter, 

Threatening a downfall ; 

Then, that horrid eyewitness call 

Him back to paths straight, 

Which he'd faithfully mate 

And ne'er again grotesquely swerve, 

But obediently and competently observe 

The law of man and creation — 

When we are eagerly looking 

For the silverlining hooking 

Unto the black, monster cloud 

That mantles, e'en, the poor and proud. 



15 



CAN'T FIND ANY FAULT 

God In one week's time constructed the universe; 
Gave every astral and terrestlal unit a proper 
fitting; 
Gave seedtime and harvest, wind and snowtime — 
These sundry times v^^hen we take our vacatlonal 
flitting — 
See a section of the universal paradise 
Where man puts himself on transparent Ice. 

Can't find a fault, Oh Lord, 

With thy wondrous toil and rest ; 
Astronomical lore and geologist written word 

Explains the milky way and earth's strata with 
zest. 

God pour his rainstorms periodically down; 
Sends strong winds that wreck and kills ; 
God sees it good to destroy by earthquake 
Fair cities harboring no Iniquitous Ills — 
Poor helpless mortal sends broadcast news of their 

wrecked town. 
Other mortals lend helping hands to those knocked 
down. 

Can't find a fault, Oh Lord, 

With thy wondrous administration ; 

Tornadoes and earthquakes but hord 
Happiness and everlasting ministration. 



i6 



THE DAY'S FINISH 

'Twas no headliner 

This eve of work-a-day week, 
'Twas simply a preparation 

Preparatory \o the morrow bleak. 
The morrow, unknown, unseen, 
Oh Lord, with protection lean. 

Its with a hurry and slam 

We leave today for to-morrow; 

With toil we've grown careless. 
Freshness we cannot borrow. 

We've got to rest and sleep, 

Oh, Lord, let thy protection creep. 



17 



THE SABBATH AND THE FOURTH 
COMMANDMENT 

The Sabbath is a day of rest — 

'Twas hallowed for that purpose ! 
Saw the bumble-bees attest 

Their likes and dislikes for blossoms unassorted. 
Were the humble bees, the bumble-bees breaking 

the law? 
Why, of course not, friend, bugs are not human, 
pshaw ! 

The bumble-bees, the humble bees were droning 

As they labored to beat the band ; 
'Twas their insect music cause they were owning 

The floral kingdom understand. 
They ken peace and plenty when they drain it from 

a nectary cup 
Replenishing their hives and honeycomb, get up! 

God gave us a day of holy rest — 

His humble son didn't change it; 
Man keeps it workless lest 

The divine would strange it; 
Make it a day of famine as in the wilderness — 
That would be an awful downfall from bliss. 



i8 



SUNDAY 

Holy and sacred is Sunday, 
Far, far different from Monday 
In the routine of metropolitan life; 
In the chores of rustic strife. 
Sunday is rest to a farmer's son ; 
Sunday is rest to the manufacturing one. 
Sunday, our Sunday is different, thats all! 
Why Monday's hardly in it at all. 

Who goes to church on Monday? 
Who misses church on Sunday? 
Taint the farmer and son? 
No, nor the manufacturing one. 
Commercial life must go on. 
Secular six days, but upon 
''Sunday" we all go to prayers. 

Oh Sunday, closed, churchy Sunday gives sinners 
cares. 



19 



STORMS 

Black tracing of storm "Yester" shone 

From all points of the compass. 

The signs portended unrest and, 

Death to the recognized Sabbath: 

A day of love and neighborly working 

For the Savior of ingratc man. 

Christ, the titanic worker of miracle 

To the grounding of His fundamental principle 

The Holy, sanctified and finished doctrine: 

Sweet sesame to Angleship divine. 

Christ, the sculptor and alchemist, 

Who by good example won over 

The irreconcilables, the bigots and stumblingblocks 

Of the multiple religions then predominant, 

Tho' like the proverbial fig tree — dead! 

Alack-a-day, they were barren, sterile, dead! 

Nothing of reciprocity between man and the God- 
head 

Whose edicts, illustrated ensamples and preach- 
ments 

Were — are — everlasting life. Just think of it, ever- 
lasting life! 

Incomprehensible to the hearer and receiver 

The beloved, recognized "Sons of God". 

God, Jehovah! The eternal supreme being of 
Heaven. 



20 



PURITY WINS OUT 

Purity, sweet purity has its reward, 
Heaven's on guard and hits sin hard. 

Purity wins out; of purity there's no doubt. 

Purity of the christian, great purity of him who 

believes 
In the resurrection and grieves not that Christ 

his soul receives. 
Purity is the best crown to him thats up or down. 

Great purity, soul preparedness for the judgment 

day, 
God redeems, hurrah, and sin does slay. 
Purity wins out ; of purity there's no doubt. 



21 



THE TWO COMMANDMENTS 

There's commandments that are dear, 

Dear to the Christian's heart; 
Though they may hurt and scar 

They healeth up the smart, 
The longing to better love. 

And faithfully to adhere 
To the sign of the Dove, 

Leaf-evidence of Christ here. 

*Tove God v^rith all thy soul." 

That is the first commandment; 
A commandment that shineth bold. 

And to the terrestial Christian sent. 
"Love thy neighbor as thy self." 

The second. They the greatest of all! 
The two combined a library shelf 

Of biblical edicts from Adam to Thanksgiving 
festival. 

These greater commandments edifies man, 

Teaches him the A B Cs of holiness; 
Christians are not mired, nor can 

Hide behind some vv^orldly boldness. 
Christ commands his flock to teach and preach. 

His oneness of salvation to sinners; 
Christ came not into the world to reach 

The Magnate, but lowly Tanners and Tinners. 



22 



Love God and thy neighbor, too, 

Never shirk this divine duty; 
These two commandments strew 

Christians with transfiguration beauty. 
Christ loved God and his neighbor. 

Died on the cross to fulfil this law; 
Rose again: instructed his Diciples to labor; 

Thence ascended within the heavenly awe. 



23 



NEW WINE 

Never, no never put new w^Ine into old bottles. 

An adage in three books of the testament found. 
Advise is sweet to gumption with throttles! 

Dear Saviour your parables are proverbially sound. 

Dear Saviour, methinks the Cosmic disasters is 
putting new wine 

Into old bottles with foretold results? 
Help us to touch that magic raiment of thine 

And — hurry father-time to the ults. 



24 



ORATORY 

Theres power in oratory 

To good or evil ; 
Let the populace not flurry 

Or peeve at the existence of the Devil. 

Theres powder in oratory, 

Wield it aright; 
Corrupt not the good story 

And, the Devil you fight. 



25 



MY WAYS ARE NOT YOUR WAYS 

God said, let there be light. 

'Twas His way to create it! 
We cannot so the battle of life fight, 
Shine as we may in our finite might, 

We've got to watch and wait it. 

No! our way is not His way; 

Our thought not His thought. 
We must drive slowly the dust to lay; 
But God makes it rain and, say. 

In the twinkling of an eye the work is 
wrought. 

My way are not your ways. 

Oh, if they could only be! 
No chaotic ruin; no pathos in days 
That are passing, mid warring rays, 

To lodgment of the Divinity. 



26 



RIGHTEOUSNESS 

There's strength in righteousness, 

In righteousness' seemless coat; 
Righteousness is the way to triumphant peace 

And, about peace we all dote. 

2. 

There strength in righteousness. 

Ay, in Christ's seemless coat; 
It shows the way to peaceful bliss, 

Propitiating while protecting as Josephs of holy 
wrote. 

3. 

There's peace, peace in His worship 

And power, power in His cross, 
They defend against sin's cruelty 

Like the flaming sword mongst Eden's moss. 



Righteousness and strength with peace to joy and 
sing ; 

Righteousness with praise to our Heavenly Lord ; 
Righteousness with strength to rescue some soul. 

Help some backslider sin's moat to ford. 



27 



HEAVEN 

What a place of bliss 

The fair land above: 
What duties of naturalization? 

Nothing but love. 

What works is exacted 

By the supreme being above? 

Nothing but the teachings of 
The Saviour of love. 

What does the mortal then? 

Kill the sheep and goat? 
Sprinkle w^ith Hyssop as in Biblical times ? 

(Those doings of ancient rote) 

Oh, no ! they seek the truths 

Of the New Testament of the Lord 
And serve him according to 

The divine Apocalypse and word. 



28 



THE HOLY BIBLE 

Couplets 

Perfection in code of doctrine 
Is the book of books divine. 

By precept proverb and lamentation 
It has governed man to his expectation. 

Todaj^ Religion girdles the earth — 
"World arbitration" a reality as breath. 

Oh Tome, of truth and edicts divine 

Thou hast our fealty unto the everlasting sunshine. 



29 



ESTHETICAL NOURISHMENT 

The Bible Is esthetlcal nourishment 

Given to man by God; 
Man culls from Its estheticness 

The better his conscience to prod. 

The Biblical Laws are a protection 

Given to man by God; 
Man follows their provision of estheticalness 

The better His Savior to laud. 

The paschal supper was Esthetlcal nourishment 

Given to man by God; 
Man adopts Christ's as the Christians — 

'TIs holy, not of our sod. 

All, all the old and new testament 

(Given to man by God) 
Is esthetlcal consecration and food 

Directing him from the land of nod. 



30 



THE BIBLE 

The Bible, the Bible I love 
With its Genesis, fishes and mole; 
Salvation Leviathans will ever linger 

Thrills in my heart and soul; 
Its character I'll perpetually finger 
Until the Heavenly Goal. 

The Bible, The Bible I love 

With its Christ and with its Paul; 

Revelation of sinless, active life — 

Ways and means to the Heavenly hall. 
By its finish died our strife, 

Hear, oh hear, the supernal call. 

The Bible, the Bible, I love, 

Cause all things eternal are clear; 

Clarified Heaven and Earth to him who read 
The temperate voice and ear 

Of God, who willed the blest screed 

To finite that he'd be ever near. 



31 



LINES TO THE REVISED EDITION 

PRONOUNCING BIBLE DICTIONARY 

—SMITHS 

Yes, I didn't write my note 

in vain; 
Thou duly put in an appearance 

amain ! 
. Thanks to the Constitution, indeed, 
Thanks kindly for your heed. 

Pronouncing bible of a tongue 
Whose wondrous rhythm have clung 
To Christianity, old — young. 

Again yes, I didn't study thy pages 

in vain! 
Thou duly makes the fundamental things 

■ plain. 
Thanks to the constitution, indeed, 
Thanks kindly for your wonderful heed. 

Dictionary for the Church's screed. 
Book that explains the mead 
And paths to what we plead. 



32 



SINNERS WON'T STAY PUT 

Sinners, they won't stay put 

Every New Years they want to change, 
Swear off being the butt 

To habits that are strange. 

I cannot blame them really. 

Nor find fault Vv^ith their resolution; 

Cast aside ; lay the hems away 
That fetches thee disolution. 

Like Christ sinners knew 

Someone touched the hem of their garment 

And, to the new habit they flew 

Crying: touch it! harm it! 



33 



WHY? 

The poor we have with us today, why? 

Our poorhouse we cannot slay, why ? 

Why is the poor and poorhouse here alway, why? 

The prisoner is with us today, why? 

Our prisons are full, and they stay, why? 

Why is the prisoner and prison here alway, why? 

The poor and prisoner we tolerate, why ? 
Build them asyslums uptodate, why? 
Why because of noxious habits in hours sedate, thats 
why. 



34 



LINES OF THE SALVATION ARMY 

W ow! Fighters of a belfgerent force 
A rrived in the nation's defense today; 
R ested not, be catered the ''Cry" away. 

C ontientiously I purchased of course 
R eading-matter so current and Good — 
Y ea, how Christ the tempter withstood. 



35 



STREET-CORNER SERVICE 

Mama, please stop and listen 

To the Christian melody; 
Behold how my eyes glisten, 

Glisten to the Salvation tody. 
Stop? Why certainly, that's the game for me; 
I'm delighted with the Captain and his musical 
army. 

Of all the mortal pictures 

No sight anon is greater 
Than crowd attending lectures. 

Street-corner prayers — finished later. 

Mama! Do hear them softly singing 

Jesus and the evermore glory; 
Mama, let our voices be a-ringing 

To the welkin the undying story; 
Let our sympathetic soul develope more divine — 
Christ is theirs, yours, mine. 

How beautiful the. Gospel truth? 
Christ is theirs, yours, mine. 
Sing it as sang Evanglist Ruth. 

Mama, let us march with them to their hall; 

There's Salvation attending prayers at the mercy 
seat 
Fall in ! Proceed with cadenced band and all. 

My child this is truly a Christly treat. 
The ways of Christ is Sweet Honeycomb. 
To wanderlust and citizens of Home Sweet Home, 



36 



Home Sweet Home the chords Is ringing, 

Ringing, ringing in my heart ; 
Home Sweet Home I would be singing 

Dear Abba, Father, hope we'll never part. 



37 



THE SALVATION CORPS 

Sin cannot escape the citizen army, 
That evangelical corps and throng 
Duplicating the citizen's and city's song, 

In Beatitudes so agreeably charmy. 

Rest is beneficial to us all! 

Sweet the relaxation of that melodious throng. 

Thinking always purity; how to cure wrong. 
Elemental iniquity mongst metropolitan stall. 

Sin's not rest, only purity is peace 

In cosmopolitan home, court or ball. 
In favorable city, state or capital ; 

Purity, the promulgation of Salvation's re-lease. 

Singleness of purpose is the army corps' law: 
Conversion of the divine soul from sin, 
From want, from self; to win 
Earth's blessings and, at last, the heavenly awe. 

Sin cannot escape the adaptable army 

Ever singing sweet, efficient song; 

In city, in state no cosmic wrong 
But outcry and prayer critical and charmy. 



38 



FRAILITY OF MAN 

Man was centered in the garden 
As its cultivator and warden, 
But by sin lost his sinecure — 
Blessedness like goodness doesn't endure. 

Slowly His intimated emigration 
To largess of the Terrestial expectation; 
Slowly the development of the city — 
Adobe bricks, plaques and pity. 

Man was given charge of all creation, 
Things that creep and fly his elation ; 
He named them all, yes, every one 
Without a rest, this glorified son. 

God kept to himself their keep — 
Knew that at such labor man would weep, 
That he'd have to chastise his vanity. 
Also his non-progressive spirit of urbanity. 



39 



THE FRAILTY OF WOMAN 

Woman, blessed creater created so, 

Adam's helpmeet and beau ; 

Blest companion and friend 

To the Bliss forecasted end 

Of the immortal soul we cannot comprehend. 

Woman, vain seeker of power, 
Man's blessing and cursed flower; 
Whose iniquity and intrigue with the Devil 
Gave Man his residue of evil. 

God cursed thee in Eden, 

Curbed thy tentative seeding. 

Thy seeking after Divine knowledge 

Regulated thee to motherhood, not college. 



40 



AN INCONSISTENCY 

Glad joy of our possessions above 

Wells our eyes with tears — 
Or is it the tribulations on the tree 

That stills our lusty cheers? 
We are able to battle 'gainst sin, 

Fight iniquity in the city, 
Why, then, us lachrymose in public 

When its per usual privity? 
Hypocrites they are not! 

Human, as a rule is honest, 

Its their dictum to have rectitude 
Mother taught it them as a tot. 

Then, w^hy, the inconsistency of tears, 

When something of Christ's history Is told, 

Or w^hen the Promised Prize grows clear 
To the yearning, zealous soul? 



41 



THE STABILITY OF OUR UNITY 

No tongue has yet succeeded 
To sing the stability of our unity! 

Christ united us when he deeded 
Communion with the Trinity. 

Mellow Communion awake, 

Jacob's ladder when we sleep; 
Psalms and Parables to slake 

A thirst that heavenward leap. 

A thirst that's daily satisfied 

By admonition of the Holy Spirit, 

By biblical pedigree of the Crucified 
Dying to our great merit. 

No mortal yet has exhausted 
The great depths of our unity. 

Consecrated when we near had lost it 

When Republican and Sadducee couldn't 
agree. 



42 



THE SALVATION WORK 

Sinners are so awry, so unstable, 

That its necessary to bring the Sacramental Table, 

Like the Sacred Ark of old, 
To where trips Dear Mable, 
And to where shambles dear Jack — 

E'en along the corner gable. 

Yes, its necessary and works good results 
In saving the morals of Doe and Holts. 

Human are funny creatures, alack! 
Loving not the Cathedral's Loving Beck; 
They are sensitive and fight shy of the Sacred 
Edifice, 

But fall to the open air service track. 

The familiar surroundings and dissertation 
Works an affinity, an exaltation : 

They feel more freedom and pray 
Unhesitatingly for their diadem; 
Lauding the Salvation work to them. 

Who are friends and co-workers, a joy foray. 



43 



A TRAIN CONVERT 

You have speeded on a train 

Rejoicing at your trip? 
Satisfied with life's pleasures 

Saying, let her rip? 
Giving "the compliments of the season" 

To the stranger in your compartment — 
And a handshake to the friend — 

How^ happy your department? 

You welcomed the press of the throng 

And pain of your tramped foot? 
Grouched not at the old palaver 

Somber as his clerical suit ? 
Somber ! Yet no ; its color has changed to gold : 

Christ has awakened his spirit, 
That sweet Galilean spirit of old, 

In his temple now full of merit. 

Nothing has happened to the train 

Its speeds as before along the track ; 
Nothing has changed in your compartment 

Your conscience alone has received a thwack ; 
Christ has revived his work thats all. 

Answered the prayers of the millions, 
Answered the pleadings of good converts 

For ransomed souls to number tens of trillions. 



44 



THE PRISON CONVERT 

Complements of unrighteous prisoners 

Visit the altar of their God; 
All thro' the season of their incarceration, 

In their jungle confined as any wild hog. 
Sacredness slowly begets sacredness! 

And they vow to alter their ways; 
Penitentiary bars or other confinement — 

"Never again" they solemnly say. 

Their morals are improved, strengthened 

By the restrictions of the holy pen; 
They'll remember their days of sorrow 

Rejoicing at Christ's first visit to their narrowed 
den 
Their warped soul craves for a prison paradox, 

Not understanding commercial life's broadened 
sphere, 
They would have their city disciplined to Christ — 

Battling always with the wolf and their fear. 

They turn preacher, to the old, old avocation, 

Burying the Jimmy and other sin, 
Visits the sick, and at prison altar 

Preaches of the Lords cleverness to win. 
Others take heart from their exalted example 

Vowing, as his reverence vowed before, 
To keep themselves under confinements stress 

In the broadening labyrinth within the city's door. 



45 



THE TROLLEY THRONG 

The trolley throng, the trolley throng, 

What a Sunday crowd ? 
What a churchgoing people? 

Acknowledging Christ out loud ; 
Just as if someone, with funds at par, 

Was bartering the overworked conductor. 
To accept a transfer from another car 

That had been delayed by the traffic ruck, or 

The trolley throng, the trolley throng. 

How reverent the eager crowd? 
How presentable in Bible array? 

How condecending, not proud? 
They can read and sing, too. 

The sweet memorial songs ; 
They can pray, they can talk ; 

And to learn from Christ they longs. 

The trolley throng, the trolley throng! 

How businesslike the conductor seems? 
Important and extremely courteous, too. 

Also a dash of reverence teems. 
He feels the reverentials of the christian 

Without the aid of clairvoyance; 
He hears the Halcyon sermon again — 

Once they were a great annoyance. 



46 



THE SABBATH 

Glory, dominion and laudation 

The Christian gave today 
To his Savior in a nation 

Where mortals cannot stray. 

What did he receive in return 

For the obedience today? 
He has the omnipotent's promise to turn 

All darkness into day. 

The inspired authors of the books 

Found in the bible holy, 
Gives illustrations, like purling brooks, 

Of all potency w^holly. 

Glory, dominion to the Abba above 
From every city and country ; 

He is mighty and sheds his love 
On Christians w^ho vi^orship freely. 



47 



CITY SONGS 

Songs ring from cities 

Everywhere ; 
Wondrous, beauteous ditties 

Reechoing thro' the air. 

Psalms and hymns of praise 

In cities-millionaires ; 
Penticostal showers raze 
Brothels bare. 

Chants the children, chants 

The commonwealth; 
God is preached in hants 

Scant of pelf. 

Prayers are lipsed, are breathed 

In brotherhood; 
Soon the terrestial ball will be wreathed 

In Christ's lowly hood. 

Lectures in crowded halls 

Everyday ; 
Emmanuel chorused in words that falls 

In sweetest way. 

Books published, pamphlets distributed 

'Mongst the throng; 
Thy meekness and goodness bruited 

Along. 



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Converts meet and speak of Heaven, 

Oh, sweetest speech; 
Conversation without leaven 

Within easy reach. 

Missionaries in foreign state 

Translates ; 
Atheist and Buddhist with jingoism bate 

Us in their hates. 

Sacred songs in sermons swell 

The atmosphere ; 
Sing them, brother, sing them well 

The divine will hear. 

Join the anthem, brother, do. 

Join in; 
Shout the holy melody as others do 

Thy crown to win. 



49 



THE SOLDIER'S SABBATH 

No church nor rest today — 

The Sabbath was worked away. 

Could hardly get a meal 

Pitching tents in the deal, 

The U. S. cavalry in camp 

At Fort Bliss, Texas, so damp. 

Hands worked until they're sore; 

Shoes worn out — no horse to the fore — 

Clearing evergreens from the ground; 

Driving pegs retangular round 

Our new style the pyramidal tent. 

God, wot, to occupy: This Sunday sent 

And hallowed by one we love, 

Who forbids us to toil or move 

To work as in work-a-day-week. 

But, then, 'twas "necessary". Why this squeak? 



50 



COMMONPLACEDNESS 

C ommon acts and things the same 

O nly these in the army game. 

M nemonics they are of a struggle grim 

M eanly and senseless to him 

O f Christian fortitude and faith. 

N o; Nothing of the Savior from Nazareth; 

P lease, be the nation's steadfast sons, 

L ean to the yeggmen and hirelings' 

A ssorted vows of prowess to win 

C rown that only belongs to sin. 

E 'en the breath you inhale 

D amns your psychic soul to wail 

N o surrender to the ethics of him 

E nlisted to our aid in centuries dim. 

S oldiering, yes, is only sin and comonplacedness ! 

S oldiers repent and don the mantle or bliss. 



51 



SPIRITUAL PURITY 

With a Christian spirit work today 

Clear all dull cares afar, away; 

Clear the orbit you so commendably tread; 

By a fervent spirit be led ; 

Let the Ten Commandments of love 

Rule and transfigure thee to God above. 

Tho' your orbit seems strangly dark 
Let not your depressed spirit hark; 
Kick the stumbling-spectre out of your path ; 
Ask power of God, and, as an aftermath. 
Burn the old clinging, enslaving vines — 
Lo, spiritual purity triumphantly shines. 



52 



NEVER NEGLECT 

Never neglect, dear Christian, 

Sweet morning prayer! 
Pray to the Reedeemer of the world — 
Never your temperate banner furl, 

Wave it everywhere. 

Never neglect, dear Christian, 

Melodious sacred air ; 
Sing it to the "man of sorrow" 
From the world's battlement tomorrow 

In noonday glare. 

Sing and pray, dear Christian, 

It will keep you safe. 
Secure from sin and harm, 
Changing change that charm 

Thee as any city's waif. 



53 



GOOD DEEDS 

Good deed is necessary ! 
Why, oh why, do you tarry 

With thy helping hand? 
Handsome is the deeds of Christ! 
Accept His salvation and tryst. 

Perfect this sub-heavenly land. 

Remit of thy largess today ; 
Slay, oh, the sinful spirit slay; 

Be prominent in well doing; 
Good deeds is sweet to the Lord — 
Read of His in the divine word — 

Be taught from the Lord's wooing. 

Everybody's not on easy-street; 
Everybody doesn't our Savior greet. 

Tell of Him today; 
Help that needy one, oh help. 
Save him from himself and devilish whelp, 

Help him the old man slay ! 

God's recognition of Thy holy act, 
When at last thee leave thy earthy track, 

Is Heaven: The Heaven of our Redeemer. 
Holy is the one whose deeds are good; 
Righteousness he purchase by his flood 

Of kindness, killing his cantankerous schemer. 



54 



THE "PUT OFF" SPIRIT 

I kept putting off yester what I should have done. 

Guess I'll get busy tonight; 
'Twill give me a clearer conscience 

And a better spirit to fight. 

Used to receive a reprimand from father 

When I procrastinated badly; 
Would have to sit up nights 

Memorizing lessons madly. 

Used to have to run a message 

Instead of Jennie's grand Pit-A-Pat; 
It was very necessary to hurry 

And the bearer pass Mr. Pussy Cat. 

They wiseacres have truly said 

"Train a child in the way it should go 

And it will not depart therefrom until dead. 
I hurry to paddle my own wood row. 



55 



DEAR SAVIOR 

Dear Savior, your seeds of salvation 
Took deep root in this waystatlon 

To beautiful grow^th of love ! 
Human kindness and prayers are grovi^Ing 
Until orison's are strowing 
The earth to overflowing 

And — for "First Place" In our love. 

The Bible Is big — an Inspired law ; 
Precedent without fault or flaw 

Too guide us to thee ; 
Our wlldness It puts to negation ; 
We affirm thy better station 
And await with abnegation 

That judgment to be. 

Dear Savior, your seeds of kindness 
Harkened to our blindness 

And kilt our adversary whole ! 
Love In purity Is sweet; 
Love gets us admission to the holy street; 
Love! Our eternal love we'll greet, 

Dear Savior of old. 



56 



LET US PULL TOGETHER 

What could the U. S. not do, 

The country congregated might deplore, 
Since victory of the Americas' rustic lane and 
avenue ? 

Whew! Let our pull together never be o'er. 
Let us multiply in liberty's right 

And the right of our Holy Lord, 
Let us ever pull together to fight 

For Americas and the revelations blest word. 

Ay, what could the new world not do, 

Accomplish for civilization and the Lord? 
Abolish all superfluity by cultivating the true 

Vine, whose root is the biblical word. 
Let us increase in strength of liberty 

And peaceful strength of our Lord. 
Am.ericas united in secular and holy unity 

With no outstanding obligations and plowshares 
the sword. 



57 



SAMARITANISM'S IT 

The Samaritan received the glory 

For kindness to man, 
The wounded robber all gory — 

Dying men tells tales. 
What a touching, thrilling story 

Of Christ's chosen people. 

Lord, thou incline our ways 

To Samaritan activities; 
Beseech us with helpful rays 

And divine spiritual proclivities. 
Teach us that Samaritan ways, 

Ways of self-denial's IT. 

Yea, 'tis only sundry self-denial 

That receives the shouts of the people; 

Those little events of trial 
You meet in everyday life ; 

Small, like poison in its vial, 

But not a negative quantity to us. 

Lord, incline toward us here. 

Baptise us with Samaritanism and love ; 
Teach us to be humble and fear 

To roam without thee mother earth ; 
Teach us to reverence thy tear 

For Jerusalem's non Samaritanism. 



58 



SANCTUARY 

Sacred spot hallowed by Heaven 

And divine spirit promiscuously sent; 

Oh, rendezvous-sanctuary no leaven 
Thy Holiness will rent. 

The human is safe within thy walls, 

Protection thou meekly delivers. 
'Twas truly preparedness in primordial halls, 

Deliverance from the enemies quivers. 



59 



THE CREATION 

The creation so good, so fair, 

Developed into anything but prayer: 

Adam and Eve's nonconformity to edicts of God; 

Cain, their son, in disobedience trod. 

Received punishment adequate to the offense: 

Exiled far away from sweet parential sense 

To the wild state and city of unruly man 

Who doesn't recognize the teachings that pan 

Redemption to eternal, everlasting light — 

Oh Lord, have mercy, Calvarian mercy tonight. 



60 



BIBLICAL STORY RHYMED 

Once It rained forty days and nights 

Drowning the generations of the world. 

The true tale is unfolded to all 

In the Holy Bible, the book hurl'd 

From primeval age to age — 

Spotlessly kept has been its page. 

That rain storm was meant to destroy 

The unruly firstlings of the race ; 
When its depredations were consumated 

There was a prophecy given by grace, 
Never, no never, to rain so long again 
As to flood the earth into a main. 

Jehovah worked a big miracle 

To preserve his creation man 
Before he opened the windows of Heaven 

And the fountains of the deep that span 
The habitations of the sons of God, 
Those faithful sons that fear the chastening rod. 

He instructed the dutiful Noah 

To build himself and sons an ark 
Which would withstand the devasting flood ; 

And the man of God fervently did hark 
Unto the Almighty who so righteously spoke 
And who wouldn't stand for his ethics being broke. 



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Appalling was the catastrophe that duly came, 
As foretold by the omniscient God; 

And the only living man or beast 

Was those who browsed near the sod 

That the protected vessel contained 

Whilst it interminably rained. 

That lesson wasn't terrible enough 

To be a warning and fingerpost, 
Man required other cautions and admonishings 

For his delinquency (no ghost) : 
Fire and brimstone, miracle, etcetera — 
The Christianization for the better. 



62 



FEBRUARY 29th 

I said with my morning prayer 

How do you do! 
I'm so pleased to meet thee — 

My confession's true. 

Day formed from tailends 

Of the passing years; 
Ay, every fourth year 

You for duty clears. 

Day we greet with prayer as usual, 
. No; we don't make any change; 
We are stickers to etiquette. 

Prayer and business keeps the maximum 
range. 



63 



MY DIARY FOR 19— 

Dear old leap year 19 — 

Thou too soon will die; 

Like the fallen leaves will lie 
Neglected whilst 19 — delve. 

Friendly notes, thee will soon be complete, 
Will I let thee by neglect to die, 
In some nook or cranny to mortify, 

And aggressively 19 — meet? 

Or, will I make my diary a handbook? 

Whose text is scripture indeed. 

Daily to lovingly read. 
Read thy happenings true and fluke. 

Class thee with my old bible ? 

Daily to be tenderly read, 

(Thoughtful thoughts of the year now dead) 
Ponder whilst traveling 19 — , oh no, not idle. 



64 



SANTY, DOES HE HIDE? 

Christmastide is sweetly illustrated 

Plus and minus old Santa Claus; 
He improves the beauteous scene — 

Sleigh and reindeers in a cause 
Of jubilation to children small, 
Who confidentially write him at the Heavenly 
hall. 

Santy, toy ladened Santy, does he hide ? 

Where his supple steeds career? 
Wish he would leave his address 

For the chubby, anxious children here ; 
Who annually try to catch him 
With letter to the Heavenly rim. 



65 



WHICH IS BEST? 

Which is the best at the end of the journey 
,The mussy sinner or christian hoary? 

Which can testify with gladness and joy 
That their life w*as a dream and a story? 

Sinner or Christian which holds the Bay 

At "finis" of lifes drama? 
For my part I believe its the Christian? don't you? 

And not the Criminal or Dram-Ma. 

Sin is sweet for a withering while, 
But the Christians life is sweeter still ; 

Disease and sudden death is not a bate 
To decoy the Christ-Child to quill. 

Which is the best at the end of the journey 
The boisterous Sinner or Christian mild ? 

Why, emphatically, the convert's is the better life — 
Graphically portray the meek, not wild. 



66 



GENERAL BOOTH 

General Booth I heard preach 
With mighty reach, 
Near a lough's beach 

In old Ireland, a British Isle. 
He was a popular divine! 
No established church shrine 
Had larger congregation — thine 

An inconoclast's worth while. 

Last night, in goodly leasure, 
I had a Sunday's pleasure 
Attending divine service of a measure 

'Gainst which I cannot speak: 
'Twas a branch of thy army 
In service so charmy 
That, I could listen for a week. 

The young soldier component, 
An auxiliary — cogent — 
Maty with churches somnolent 

Of the Mighty Protestant Faith, 
Thrilled hymns to popular melody: 
En passant sang they to me 
In this Harum Scarum see 

Of divine breath. 



67 



String instrument for the hand, 
Tho' they are a vocal command, 
Duet of banjo isn't canned 

On the street corner. 
Accomplishments are acknowledged so: 
Sister, please let her go! 
Commences a melody low. 

Far, far from Jack Horner. 

Now, that old general is eld, 
The good general I beheld 
With a city felled 

At his feet. 
May he live long with his command, 
That happy, joyous band. 
Until the happy land 

As his Aegis Greet. 



68 



LAMENT THE GENERAL (GENERAL 
BOOTH) 

The general Is dead. 

Long live the general ! 
So his congregation said 
As the death mask pall. 
Lament you soldiers, lament for your leader, 
Lo, his Saviour desired his presence above; 
His great work is finished, his earthly v^^ork done. 

How he sleeps his long sleep of 'ndying love. 
England, America, the wide, wide world 

Has lost a sympathizer, a man of their heart: 
A man that saw a Christian' duty 

And steadfastly clung when troubles would part. 
Nothing could faize him, no work to hard. 

No toil to difficult for this wondrous man ; 
God ever strengthened him and the comforter sent — 
The heathenish countries better converted by his 
plan. 

Many Christians, toiling Christians in heathen land 
Bless the general tho' their trials likens the 
inquisition of old; 
They know that God befriends them, stands ready 
to receive their spirit 
When the bid farewell to their paternal fraternal 
fold. 
The general was sympathetic, love personfied, ador- 
ing! 
Why not imitate this Inimitably Christian leader 
Who gave so much time, patience, health, wealth 

To forward them In Christ and a bible reader? 
General Booth Is dead. 'TIs the cabled message I 
ween! 

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England, America and the whole wide, wide world 
Dons the crape on arm, strong temperate arm 
That would have battled for his life with death 
and elements that curl'd 

The general is dead, but his great work lives, 

Lives to be forwarded, developed nourished; 
Lives to be so constructed, so adapted that the needs 
of the times 
Will find the Salvation Army adaptable even to 
moorished 
Countries where intemperance, infidelity, white slav- 
ery reigns 
To the shame of the Christian corps at home and 
abroad. 
A shame that our beloved general would have giving 
Years of his life to change the current and 
tendency of their rod. 
May we meet on that shore where we've God's 
promise to meet; 
May our fellowship and song magnify our God; 
May His sweet benevolent work-spirit inseperately 
remain 
With His children, His flock of this terrestial 
sod. 

The general is dead. 

Long live the general! 
So the wide world plead, 

Ay, with dual prayers God enthral. 



70 



THE LAST INTIMIDATIONS 

Refuse<l, spurned and rejected 

By sinners all; , 

Grossly affronted the spirit — 

Still the beck and call, 
Until grayhairs, or an accident remind 
That the Godhead has been left behind. 

Then, the Superhuman Endeavor 

To do and dare; 
Then, the heartrending plaint 

I'm stark and bare! 
Must I meet the annointed one so? 
Must I now thro' the Pearly Gates go ? 



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THE BIBLE DICTIONARY 
Quatrain 

Biblical characters alphabetically aligned, 
A newness, a mellowness, indeed ! 

I love the Bible Dictionary, an Aegis tined 
To withstand Simoniacal greed. 



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A SONNET FOR THE WEEK 

On Sunday imitate your affectionate mother 

In obedience of the Biblical Decolog; 
On Monday mimic the Beatitudes and other 

Truths necessary to navigate the blest fog; 
On Tuesday a friends holy example is good 

To an excellent account in the Heavenly log; 
On Wednesday the teachings of your parson isn't 

bad 
They are exercepts from the life whose blood 

Inimitably pays for thy redemption — its no fad. 
And, on Thursday, I know you would 

Not backslide to Satan's path? 

Friday and olden time Sabbath thou hath 

To the teachings of our One and only Lord — 
Oh, what an opportunity by imitating the Holy 
Word. 



73 



THE FLORAL DAISY 

Sonnet 

On the Sabbath I keenly felt 
The wide, many colored belt 
Of wild daisies — A flower to pelt 

Childhood's wild, romantic days; 
And to pelt manhood's it is meet, 

And measures up in many ways 
To the native botanical flora. 

Oh daisy, so small, we greet 
Thee a thing only to be possessed for a night 
If plucked from thy bed by Dora: 

Water may preserve thy life 
For a short withering fight ; 

Thou only decoration in vase of strife — 
Living a day — dying in a night. 



74 



THE BLESSED TRINITY 

Sonnet 

The preach today Christ Crucified, 
Our sins forgiven — our advocate died 

On Cavalry to that happy end. 
Thanks to the Almighty have been cried 
In past years; and at the present time 

Prayers and laudations ascend 
To the Heavenly land sublime. 

Earths peoples rejoice w^ith the profundity 

And righteousness of the Father's pity; 

All kingdoms and their galaxy of city 
Are persuaded that the Trinity alone is mighty 

And endeavor to keep the Commandments Holy; 
They v^^orshlp and believe alone in the Blessed 
Trinity — 

Walking In the divine light wholly. 



75 



HEAVEN 
Sonnet 

The earthly cities enamour and enthuse you 
Away, far away from the expected Heaven we 
love ; 

In their gaities, fickleness we loose you, 
Honored and everlasting Haven above. 

Heaven, the new Jerusalem, where the Crucified 

Is omnipotent and lovingly undenied. 
As when He manifested himself on earth 
Testify the glory and life, even in death. 

Of Heaven. Oh Heaven, looming ever brighter in 
the offing nigh 
Our promised land, our cherished expectation. 
' Oh Lord, thy divine ways and purification 

Breathe, yea, wreathe a chaplet on all those who will 
or can 

Be confirmed to the blessed truths which fan 

The darkest nooks of earth, the Trinity's plan. 



76 



GOOD ADVICE 
Sonnet 

Be religious, for for rain 

You've ardently to pray 

Night and day, 

In every possible vs^ay. 
Or, your w^ork is slain — 

Killed with want of prayer 
And want of thought 

For the (Droughty) morrow bare. 

Co-operation with your God 
Will never bring to nought 

Your endeavor ; and the chastening rod, 
Promised at the Resurrection, 
Will not be j^ours for correction — 

So be religious, praying nightly ere you nod. 



77 



WISH WE COULD SAY 

Sonnet 

Wish we could say: Let there be light, 
Let our unfavorable, dark night 

Be cut in twain, 
Sun to rule its day, moon to rule its night, 
The greater and lesser to fight 
The Black Pall, which blinds our sight 

In our everyday lane. 

Wish we could say: Lord take us above. 
Carry us to thy everlasting love, 

Cut us from our lane ; 
Then, the Heavenly sun alone would prove 
A boon in the eternal grove. 
Where Angels coo as turtledove 

To the Savior slain. 



78 



PRAYER TELEGRAPHIC 

Sonnet 

Mechanically we plod throughout the Sabbath day 

Telegraphing oft, we can truthfully say, 

A prayer to Heaven and the spotless one so far away 

For a clearer conscience to better scan 

The liberal arraignment of mortal man 
To work out his own salvation. 

We read and chant sacred books to a finish — 

Rapidly the daylight does diminish 
Until artificial lights, whose station 
Is in and around our habitation, 

Take office, instead of the Diurnal Orb; 

Then our spirit we bridle and curb 
Reading the family bible with anticipation — 
Verily the bible is truths consummation. 



79 



JEALOUSY 

Sonnet 

Jealousy, behold we find it developed in man, 

Almost the first created man indeed ! 
Know ye not that Cain did jealously plan 
And that the sanctified bleed 
Cried unto its God — now blest Trinity ? 
Who summarily questioned on the hypothesis 
, And punished accordingly his affinity. 
See what the first treacherous, jealous man 
Suffered by his dark deed when blood ran. 
Ran accusingly on this terrestial abyss. 
This young earth donated to Adam 
For himself and fair Madam 
And their seed from generation to generation. 
Ay, until the un jealous receive Heavenly station. 



80 



GOD HEARETH NOT SINNERS 
John 9-31 

Sonnet 

Sinners, ah sinners, repent today, 

God cannot hear thee while in thy sin; 

God will reward thee! Do pray. 

He will hear and give in ; 

Minister to thy salvation and glory. 
Sing, oh sing, the psalmist's lay, 

It foretold the old, old story: 

Christ redeems us to his glory. 

Sinner, repent! Call on thy God, 
He can hear thee when you pray. 

Awaken I Thy charred spirit prod 
To temperance, holiness of the holy clay. 

God can't hear when thee connive and nod 
To Bacchus — Redeeming a foreign God. 



81 



DISASTER AND HELP 

Sonnet 

Many, many to the Savior crept 

As anon they promiscuously wept 

Their telegraphic message of woe 

To the democracy of the republic to flow, 

To help, with humanitarian kindness, all 

Suffering the travail of their sudden call; 

Suffering the premature crossing of the styx. 
Blessed suffering ere entry into the ultrapacifist 
hall. 

Lord thy peace lovingly aflSx. 
On all those who thought nothing too much 

To donate, in services, to thee. 
Pity, protect, for none such 

Here is the power of the divinity — 
Everlasting, supreme Trinity. 



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IT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING 

Sonnet 

Tempestuous swirl, unconstitutional, I ween! 

But, hold, I'm not omniscent! 
I cannot understand the m5^sterous spleen 

Of the Triune, anon, anent! 
But, hold, again I say 'tis unconstitutional; 

With endangering powers they are pent, 
And to mortal very prosecutional. 

Just think, times between their visit is only lent. 
Harvest time of the woodland 

Rolls methodically, periodically around ; 
And, of course, to flood land 

Is very healthy to the ground; 
Good as the rotation of crops — 
Oh, no; I'm not omniscent, but unconstitutional the 
tempestuous drops. 



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MY TESTAMENT 

Sonnet 

I have longed daily to peruse you, 
To know more of Heaven above ; 

I'm not biased or bigoted, but to abuse you 
Is against my edicts of eternal love. 

I cherish Thee in remembrance of one who died 

And not Him alone, but the first Martyrs who 
sighed 
When stoned or imprisoned to their death 
Proclaiming in proclamation, with their latest 
breath, 

That God was their redeemer and heaven was nigh. 
Oh, glorious Heaven, celestial habitation. 
To which they soared prematurely to neath 

The cruel punishment of their f ellowman ; 

Or so I read in the acts of the Apostals an 

Other good books of you, my testament, the 
Heavenly plan. 



84 



INDEPENDANCE DAY IN EL PASO 

Sonnet 

Say, El Paso's not irreligious for on Independence 

day 
The Salvation Army was singing in the good, new 

way, 
Singing favorite psalms and newer sacred song ; 
Giving sound personal testimony, not too long ; 
Annexed with prayer and benediction — 
In the very, very choicest of diction. 
Thank God, they are against the intemperate brute 

and wrong. 
There colors and standard was grounded hard 
On pavement of the Cosmopolitan city, dear pard! 
The "Last Stand", by preachment, was declared: 
Sin would have to vamoose and stay away. 

Guess the drumming tambourine by Satan was 
heard ? 
City was clean in joy (Christian) array — 
Saint was sure celebrating Independence Day. 



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LINES TO THE SMALLEST BIBLE ON 
EARTH 

Sonnet 

What ? Thou infallible classic now 

Only material for amusement's row? 

Out of an amusement depot thou came, 

Perhaps not to be as indelible as thy name — 

Thy parental tree, the generations of illustrious fame. 

Manufactured thou wert beside trick mates 
That glorify and bespeak the blackart — 
So tender and appealing to youths mellow heart. 

Specific to the amatory children's fates. 

Disappointment turns their hates 
To canker 'gainst thy fabricated part. 

The whole facsimile of the Holy Bible, 

Now a toy for the unscrupulus idle? 
Glorious pacification of balm and smart. 



86 



READ THE BIBLE 

Sonnet 

Read the bible, 'tis good advise, 
For it tells of the way to Paradise; 
Tells of the Savior w^ho died for men — 
Read, oh read, of it in the Good Book v^^hen 

Sunrise and sunset wax and wane 
And at offtimes when opportunity says amen. 
'Tis also obeying the Commandments Ten 

To let your soul wend this revelations lane. 
Read the oracles and obey the Biblical Laws; 
Read from the Old and New Testament the Christ- 
ians cause. 
Make it your morning's morning before duty falls; 
Your night's night before the chamber calls, 
Calls thee to the silent watches, the celestial halls, 
From where Christ protects the peaceful fighter and 
His salvation balls. 



87 



WHO RULES? 
Quatrain 

Does Christ rule the world? 

Christ the Savior of man; 
Rule by proxy from the Heavenly Whirl, 

Or, is it only the municipal plan? 



THE OLD CHURCH PEW 

The old church pew, sweet mercy seat, 

Is honeycomb of the Lord ; 
There we sing our service meet. 

Praying from the blest word; 
There we listen to homilies, too, 

Pondering the depths that be ; 
There we herald the revival anew 

And to the comforter bend the knee. 

Sitting or standing, kneeling in prayer, 

The Holy Ghost is truly there; 

The Holy Ghost our hearts inspire 

In the old church pew — our hearts desire. 

The old church pew, dear mercy seat, 

Where heavenly aspirations spring; 
Where the Devil can have no beat 

Because Angelic inspirations string. 
No iniquity, no pestilence here can touch 

The soul in sanctuary sweet ; 
Christ's covenant "when two or three" is much, 

Very much to the Christian meet. 



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SING 

Sing as Christ sang 

The songs divine; 
Sing of his miracles, 

Sing of the marriage Wine : 
The Wedding feast of the law 
Pure, holy, without flaw. 

The Lord was there, 

Oh, praise be to him ; 
The Lord was there, 

Oh, sing it with vim. 

Sing of the Virgins Lamps so dim. 

Their oil was gone; 
Sing, for when they sought a new supply 

The ceremony was on. 
Be warned in time, dear friend. 
Think of that unhappy end. 



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EASTER 

The truth is here 
For Christ is near, 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
Its just as bright 
As when the cloudy light 
Darkened Him to their sight, 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
Hallelujah this Easter Morn, 
Christ is here, oh ye forlorn, 
Come and sing unhappy one. 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 

His armor it is good, 
Be washed in His blood. 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
Sing this refrain with vim. 
Sing it upon the rim 
And be sanctified to Him, 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 



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THE SABBATH EVE 

What jubilation to the Lord 

Every Sabbath Eve? 
All works are at rest, 

No heart does grieve. 

Its all the same throughout the world 

No matter where you be; 
One big, strenuous hallelujah 

To the Almighty See. 

What devotion and joy shown 

The dear Savior; 
All the first day of the week 

Without a waverer. 



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BEHOLD YOUR KING 

Behold your king, 

Your subjects all; 
See his majesty you ring, 

Now on him call; 
He'll your diseases cure, 
And prepare you everlastingly to endure. 

Behold your king! 

See the crown of thorn; 
What if it pierce and sting? 

Lo we're to sorrow born. 
What will thee now ask? 
Get busy on the plebiscite task. 

But the crowd with one voice 

Say, crucify him! 
It was their report, their choice, 

To protect their rim — 
The earthly mosque and home. 
They saw, not the Heavenly Dome. 

Behold your king. 

Behold him on the cross 
Where black sorrows bring 

Victory! Not loss. 
How many are grateful today 
That the Nazarene went that way. 



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CHRIST EVERYWHERE 

Blessed day with sun a-shlne, 
Blessed day the world Is mine, 

''Christ is now here." 
That sentence is very old — 
I read it in books that mold, 

Also, "Christ brings good cheer." 

Blessed day with light divine, 
Blessed day, O Lord, of thine, 

I ken you are here. 
Everywhere, you command this day to be kept 

holy, 
Everywhere, free from care and work wholly 

For Christ brings good cheer. 



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SING THE SACRED SONGS 

Sing the sacred songs, laud the God Almighty, 

Laud the minister, too; 
Your heart longs, your heart's flighty, 

As the minister's true blue; 
Stop the depredation by sweet aspiration 

And cling as your minister, do ! 

Hear the organ softly peel 
Cadence of holy laudation; 

Can't you the Holy Spirit feel 
Prompting you to inspiration ? 

Melody is hypnotic, prayers are the same, 

And the minister sweet supplication; 
Your heart is erotic, your heart is tame, 
Yet joyous in dedication 
At the service to the Lord; hark the Angels lisp 
the word 
In the sermon's edification. 

Hear the organ softly peel 
Cadence of holy laudation; 

Can't you as sweetly peel. 

Promptly ditto the aspiration? 



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SUNDAY 

Sunday, day of rest 

By God given ; 
Sunday, day of the best 

Hallowed by Heaven. 
Day of gladness, day of joy; 
Day that contains no alloy. 

Sunday and Sunday-like holidays 

Days of holy rest; 
Days of supplication. Say, 

Would you part w^ith the best? 
Would you give back the present of God? 
Given weekly to sprout as Jesse's rod. 



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HALLELUJAH 

Choruses rent the air, 
Sermons everywhere, 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
Salvation Army flag a-flying, 
Old Glory hoisted and lying 
'Gainst the staff whose trying 

To say, Hallejah! 

Hallelujah to the preacher, 
To the Christian teacher. 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
To the vocal sister 
And to the vocal mister, 
To those congregated, I say: List, er. 

To God's hallelujah. 



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WORKS 

Works is the all in all 

That builds the temple above; 
That fells the hindering wall 

To eons and eons of love ; 
To God's eternal glory; 
To God's mystery hoary. 

Prayer works the mystery 
To man's works on earth, 

Destroying the vain iniquity — 
Destroying it in its birth. 

Works is saving a sinners soul 

From its earthly Devil ; 
Casting away the fetters whole 

By power of prayer over evil; 
Knocking the stumblingblock away 
From the paths where sinners stray. 



98 



SING 

Sing thru the days of the week 

With spirited tongue; 
Sing and the good Lord seek, 

Oh, favored one. 
Sing, sing, all the time ; 
The Savior's name to meter rhyme. 

Sing melody into your heart 

By singing sacred song; 
Sing ready song with the choir's art 

All week along. 
Sing when malignant danger you meet ; 
Singing your Savior greet. 



99 



CHRISTIAN REJOICE 

Christian, rejoice for thy Church 

The Savior of men here; 
Man's principle is wayward, it does lurch 

From the pivotal road so dear. 
Have the joy of the Disciples who obeyed. 
Obeyed Christ when He his new doctrine displayed. 

Christian, joy in thy missionary duty, 

Thy work which Christ laid done ; 
Know that when he sent men to preach purity's 
beauty, 

Beauty of character and home, he meant everyone, 
Everyone of this metropolitan see. 
Joy in thy work-relation Heavenly. 



100 



WHY HEAR YE HIM? 

Why hear Ye the redeemer, 

Or read His story wholly? 
Why walk in peace and plenty, 

Able in oblation holy? 
Why be a christian at all ? 
Why hear ye the Redeemer call ? 

Chorus 
Why hear, why hear the Savior's call, 

Oh, ye the wayward lowly? 
See thy wake is only debris, 

Thee to perdition is drifting slowly. 

Why hear ye Thy maker at all? 

Your set is alright? 
Does not your club fraternize? 

Giving thee pleasures and not blight? 
Thee like the woodland flowers blooming! 
Why hear ye Him in the glooming? 

Why hear ye the Savior mild, 
Or protest the blighting wile? 

Why have home and comfort. 
Holiness, peace and smile? 

Why sing the sacred song? 

Why pray against all wrong? 

Hear the Lord's testament again, 

He will fulfill his vow; 
Resolve to work for cleaner polity — 

Protect e'en the brittle bough. 
Radium is not half so healing — 
Why hear or go to Him stealing? 



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THE CALL 

Think mortal, thy Heavenly Father 

Is calling today ; 
Calling thee to Him and His glory. 

Wilt thee obey? 
Leave the derelict and prepare 
Thy spirit for the eternal — somewhere. 

Think mortal, who it is gives the call, 

Thats calling thee alway; 
'Tis the fairest of all that's fair 

Dwelling in the fairest land — somewhere. 
Will thee live temperate in things temporal ? 
Leave the sinking wreck and walk the new 
chapparal ? 



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BROTHER OBEY 

Come let us evangelize brother, 

Today! This blest day; 
Call relation; call one another, 

Today! This holy day. 
Let us rejoice in the goodness of the Lord. 
All ye earth obey the blest word. 

Obey as brother to brother 

The teachings of our Lord; 
Obey as you would your mother 

Who first taught thee the holy word. 

Let us consumate our truant act, 

Oh today! This sacred day; 
Let us obey while the spirit beck, 

Oh today! This holy day! 
While there's opportunity to change your way 
Hesitate not, oh brother, obey. 



103 



IS THERE BLISS? 

Is there bliss without thee, 

Bliss that's bliss in word and deed 
Do we rejoice about Thee? 

Is our joy only when we read 
Thy miracles and works of pity 
In that biblical metropolitan city? 

Is there bliss anywhere 

But the bliss of our Lord? 
Is there joy but in temperance bare? 

The temperance of the holy word. 
Man's workable life is found in the acts, 
Sacred Dogma and testifying tracts. 



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THE LORD BE WITH THEE 

The Lord be with thee 

And help thee to delve! 
Pray Him not to flee 

And to your battleaxe be the helve. 
Jehovah always remembers his sons 
Even if they sojourn w^ith the Huns. 

The Lord be with thee! 

Be thee with Him. 
Heart and soul to Him flee. 

He will enlighten, not dim 
The soul that he dearly loves, 
And ever to its protection moves. 



105 



OUR JUDGE 

Our Judge Is up above 

In the land of light and love, 

In the celestial land! 
We are finites here below 
Toddling onward thru sin and woe 
To the haven where all converts go 

From this terrestial land. 

Our Judge at last we'll meet 
In the land where Angels greet, 

In the celestial land. 
We are finites in our stay, 
But we will at last away, 
Thru cloud and sky that's gray. 

From this terrestial land. 

Our Judge is up above 
A Judge of light and love 

Proffering the celestial land. 
We are finites In our love 
Waddling thru this sinful grove 
Expecting the Infinite's love to dove- 
Tail the terrestial land. 



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LORD HAVE MERCY 

Lord have mercy, have mercy, O Lord, 
For my indiscretion of thy day and w^ord; 
Sightseeing, epicuring, going to the show, 
Is why I petition thy mercy here below. 
Foreign land stole thy preachings away, 
Even darkness found me askew, astray. 

Have mercy, O my Lord, 
Teach me to obey thy word; 
Even now thy disciple I'd be, 
Direct me from thy Heavenly See. 

Lord have mercy, have mercy, O Lord! 
Thy unruly children has built a pleasant ford 
Of temptation for Thy flock; 
They can hardly resist the knock 
Of gaity, so wondrously fair, 
It makes me prisoner 'mongst the unrighteous 
blare. 

Lord have mercy, have mercy, O Lord! 

All day the city drawed away thy protecting 

sword ; 
Made me patron of ungodly place 
(On thy Sabbath) what disgrace? 
Couldn't appreciate thy day of rest, 
Must be carnal, bestial lest 

Thou would have mercy, O my Lord, 
And teach me to obey thy word; 
That, even now, thy disciple I'd be, 
Direct me from thy Heavenly see. Amen. 



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LORD OF BEAUTY 

Lord of beauty, spirit of mind, 

Spirit of works, and, oh, so kind 

To the cripple, halt and blind 
And the incureable leprous man 

Saying ''unclean" while begging his bread; 

Praying for strength and peace to his bed ; 

Praying, perhaps, for things that were dead- 
Ignorant of Jehovah's plan. 

Chorus 
Lord of beauty, peace and strength. 
We pray Thee the breadth and length 
Of the earth-round, mountainous sphere — 
Scour of its poisons — give cheer! 
Rule peacefully in the hearts of men. 
Cleanse thy temple for its diadem. 

Lord, loving man, meek king. 

Once thy triumphant travels did bring 

Peace and joy and song to ring; 

Gratitude and sight to the blind. 
To the dead — but they only slept — 
Tho' companions for them sorely wept. 
Bereaved their loss — but Thee the adept 

Physician was kind. 



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Lord of beauty, hear the sweet prayers of the meek ; 
Let us worship and thy everlasting glory seek. 
Spirit of purity! Strengthen the weak — 

Thy faithful followers here ! 
Sons of God, united, pure, whole; 
Every kindred welcomed to the fold ; 
Welcomed to salvation's welcome goal — 

To a Christians holy career. 

Chorus 
Singing ever of the Savior's strength; 
Walking ever the narrow ways length ; 
Worshipping their Savior on this sphere, 
Strengthened by prayer and biblical cheer. 
Living as Christ would have them live — men — 
Upright, steadfast in equity of Church and secular 
den. 



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DARKNESS 

Come, ask your affronted spirit to quit 

The commensurable darkness and rowdyism in 
life; 

Ask it, correspondently, to hurry and flit 

The highways to the low-ways, not of strife. 

Come, be a communicant of the Church 

And quit that horsy, high-sounding lurch. 

Chorus 
Come out of the ways of darkness, leave the dead 

life, 
Don the holy envelope, disrobe the mantle of strife ; 
Come, be honest, upright, a communicant, come! 
Come, lavish peace and plenty is always rife ! 
Honor and glory awaits you, quit the rowdyness 
rum. 

2 
Darkness is treacherous, slowly the paths you tread, 

Leave the beggarly life's highways; 
Speed on the new found streets of gold instead. 
Oh, leave the quicksand, the rock all fear allays. 
Come, besiege salvation, a Pacifist's peace win. 
Courtly and glorious the ways free from sin. 

3 

Come, demand that cowering spirit to dismiss, 
Dismiss the endangering cantata of sin ; 

Assemble, not dissemble, with those who daily kiss. 
Chant's helps of righteousness sweet peace to win. 

Bitter are the dregs of an uncultivated life, 

Cultivate the Christian spirit in yourself and wife. 



no 



4 
Quit the ungodly darkness, foresake the slough for* 
ever, 
Sweetly sing in the choir of our Lord ; 
Be renewed, by the parable of love, and sever 
Unholy bonds forbidden by the holy word. 
The bible and prayer-book and hymnal, too. 
Are boon companions a bedraggled spirit to renew. 



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A PRAYER 

Man of works divine 
Capture this heart of mine; 
Let it with radiance shine, 

Son of God! 
Mold it to thy gentle way 
Whilst it nomadiclike stray, 
In thy service, away 

To the land of nod. 

Man of pity divine 

Pity from that heart of thine 

When we sleep or when we dine 

In the land of nod. ' 
Let Thy blessing descend 
On all mortal who lend 
Ear and, this invocation send 

To the Son of God. 



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BAPTISMAL SACRAMENT 

Glad, oh, glad we are today 

To partake and forsake 
Sin's blighting, consuming ray. 

Holy sacrament, ordained by him 

Who was crucified and died 
That sinners might their soul-light trim. 

Blessed body and more blessed blood 

Taken meekly and discreetly 
In remembrance of him and his Cross of wood. 

Sacred bread, holy, holy Wine! 

Baptism we adore for evermore, 
Indulging, blending our spirit with thine. Amen. 



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LINES WRITTEN AFTER READING 
"DEATH TO PROHIBITION " 

Wine fermented : To study thy anatomy 

Is education to me; 
But to intoxicate my system — 

Oh, horrors! to damnation I flee. 



ion: 



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Man may have improved his lot 
By application of thy distillatic 

But, my heavens, to be a drunkard 
Is to be an alien to the nation. 

The commonv^^ealths of the world 
Lean to the temperate existence; 

I'll follow and obey their mandates, 
They lead to the least resistance. 



Friction is mighty and hateful, indeed, 
Think what a little grit can do ? 

Spoils the journal — gee, I'm verbose! 
Let me live my dry period, whew. 



114 



BROTHER 

Brother, come let us play in the garden? 
Steal stealthy away from our warden. 
Yes, we'll go and pray amongst the flowers; 
Spend, oh spend, such happy hours 
As the wild butterfly and honey bee 
Mimicking our prelate or D. D. 

Chorus 
Brother, please come to my bower? 
Let us pray one little hour? 
Let the wild bird and the flower 
Teach us to our Savior cower. 
Brother, please come, come away 
Let us pray, sing and play. 

Brother, come along to the pungent sunshine ; 
Seek the laurel where the songsters outshine 
The silent trees of the garden clump — 
Behold some broken to a stump. 
Let us play while the garden we romp 
Singing, brother mine, is not our only trump. 



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LACHRYMOSE 

Sister, sweet sister, why do you cry? 

Why make me sorry? Wish to die? 

What is the error in your life today? 

Have you forgotten to wind up a smile for me, pray ? 

Sister, laugh and grow big, please, do! 

Mama and I wants you too. 

Chorus. 
Why are you lachrymose ? Why sad ? 
Why shed those tears ? Why not be glad ? 
Everybody is smiling, and the sun is smiling too. 
Nobody is sorry but you, you! 

Sister, bright sister, I love you so, 

And, dear Jesus, loves you as a beau. 

Don't be tearful unto death; 

Fetch not sighs, but take long, deep breath 

It will keep thee happy and content 

And you know its noughty to be discontent. 



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JOY 

Rejoice with me, oh doUie mine, 

Be converted ! Save that soul of thine. 

Come be oneness with me — 

There's salvation in serving the Trinity. 

Love "Our Father" w^ho lives up in Heaven — 

Here's kisses, dear dollie, seven. 

Chorus 
Joy, there's joy in the service of the Lord; 
Joy, there's joy daily reading his word. 
Memorizing the verses the Episcopalian sing; 
Mute verse that Seraphiclike ring; 
Voiced as the best rhymed verse of meter ; 
Sung where Christian's work teeter. 

Rejoice with me, oh dollie mine. 

Heed me not when I affront the spirit of thine ; 

I am vainglorious and so forgetful, 

Wanton, heedless and so neglectful; 

Liable to forget that I love thee 

When I commune with the Godhead above thee. 



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SORRY 

Sorry, oh, so sorry, my Savior dear, 
For my waywardness and sin ; 
Wipe away my dear mama's tear — 

Take your little sinner in, 
In those arms so gentle and strong — 
Redeem him from his naughtiness and wrong. 

Chorus 
Sorry, oh sorry, dear Savior, I am! 
Sorry, dear mama, I havn't been a lamb. 
Fve been barbarous to thee and God, 
I deserve thine and his chastening rod. 
Have mercy, oh, mother, mine ; 
Compassion Savior, Savior divine. 

Sorry, oh, so sorry, dear Savior, your lamb! 
Spurn not his advances of penitence ; 
Help him, oh help him, to sing a psalm. 

Mother, oh mother, of such endearing credence. 
Be his standard accompaniment to joy. 
Dear Savior, oh mother, pity your boy. 



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REMINISCENCE 

When I was about ten years old 

Father, whose sleeping 'neath the mold, 

Took me on tour of Tandragec's spinning mill 

To behold the intricate machinery and still 

My yearning, childish, unmechanical mind 

About the mysterious machine and kind 

That callow youth can't go near, 

Instantaneous fright, keen fear 

Possesses his enquiring brainy system. 

See him cuddle closer, closer to 'em 

(His escorts) whose guide and tutor him 

Concerning the pousy, watery way, light or dim, 

Until he arrives at the terminus beginning 

And wondering deeply breathes the pure air ringing 

With the telegraphic-telephonic wires. 

The quick method of the business manager's desires. 

He remembers the block of hackling pins, 

Also machinery which skilfully spins 

The Irish flax into precious yarn 

To be woven into cambric or grooming rags for 

barn. 
In carding room I saw where mother worked 
And stable where father never shirked. 
Brother's lathe was stopped, ay, very dumb 
But his "turnings" in revolutionary hum 
Hum on dear sister's spreading frame. 
Which she fired to be a laundry dame. 
The sodden yarn, in the hot spinning room, 
Cagged, ready to be hoisted to glassy dome 
Where elder sister reeled and reeled 
The live long day, religiously steeled 



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('Twas piecework) to have a pay next Saturday 
Plus the payment before so gay. 
Holidays, welcome holidays, arrive periodically 
And L. S. D. is their monetary crown, by gee ! 
Saw the hanging hanks in drying loft so warm, 
There, silence reigned without loss or harm. 
Once father toiled and sweat at job like this. 
Alas, it turned out to be uninteresting bliss: 
Thought of his cherished family's position 
And what would be their future condition. 
So solicited change from factory to mill — 
Laurelvale was transformed into Tandragee's hill. 
Lundy the traitor is burned there every year; 
Damaged nationalises there tread the streets in fear. 
King William the third's memory lives; 
As does the star chamber and Gyves, 
The inquisitional paraphernalia of those nationalist's 

sires 
(Primeval Christendom's iron bound tyres) 
Away, away back many, many troublous years — 
In 1690 the prince of orange ended protestant's 

tears ; 
Gave them of his cup to fervently drink; 
Bibles, dogmatic literature, peace, pen and ink 
To endite their polity for their new nation — 
Oh, blessedness beyond condemnation. 
Wonderingly amongst their Christian inventions I 

stood ; 
Amazed ! But yet I hardly understood 
The alpowerfulness so varied and intricated 
From tow card to yarn desiccated. 



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MY SOJOURN IN A HOSPITAL, 
MINDANAO, P. I. 

Scene. 
The scene where this story is laid 
Is in a hospital of Mindanao's Glade. 

Time. 
Sultry Summer of turbulent 1906 
When Moro's executed very much live tricks. 

Prologue. 
I w^as sick, but not very sick. 
Had a swollen eye from sting of tick, 
Or Lizard which abound in barracks 
Continually a-dropping from rafters to backs 
Of those soldier guardians' of the territory, 
Where I endeavor to lay this story. 

Stanza "A" to "Z." 
The hue and cry of victory has swelled 
Reaching up provisionals welled 
In our beauteous and best of posts 
Awaiting the call for re-inforcing hosts. 
The battle of Bud Dajo was a victory! 
Again the Archipelago of Jolo was free, 
Free from piracy and willing foemen. 
America's defenders harbored no den 
Of thieves and cutthroats; no clique 
Of Mohammedan was in power to tick 
The death watch of an American son. 
Their wings was clipped every one. 
Camp Overton's routine hardly received a shock 
Troopers went a-diving from the pile-driver and 

dock. 
How magnificent this selfsame dock? 

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What a vista from sound of hospital clock? 

Post hospital on first series of hills 

That stilts chic lake Lano's chills, 

A long flight of several terraced steps, 

Or a serpentine road to its labyrinth depths. 

Banana trees bearing bunches of fruit, 

Edible to native, foreigner and brute ; 

Plantain trees growing much the same 

Over this sickman's cherished domain; 

Also the erstwhile umbrella tree — 

Better classified under the technical bee 

Of "Chinaberry" — with flowers and berry, 

A weakling as the luscious cherry 

Where coacoanut, mongoes and hardy butternut 

Abounds for the cooks gaping pot. 

I used to wander to the bestraddling porch 

Gowned in kimono not of Heaven's terrestial church. 

No; a hospital is a different establishment 

Than the standard edifice devoted to Christianity's 

balm and lint. 
No surplice did our Episcopalian chaplain sport- — 
Indeed he held song service in Thespean court. 
I would, to try my strength and skill, 
Manipulate the manumotor chair and fill 
The porch with elastic laughter and wit 
By my "comings and goings" to and fro, 
Eye doped with bandage of liniment dough. 
My converse to some of the incacerated men 
Would be of the Philipplne's disease ridden den. 
A schoolmaster would edify us all 
With an account of his habitation in a fiery call, 
A conflagration of the simply constructed nepa hut. 
And, Oh my, the near shave he had from death and 

cut: 

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His gallant rescue of his trunk and books 

While the infidels gazed on weathering frightened 

looks. 
Moro Gentry are uniformed with tightfitting 

Breechcloth 
And Sarong of negro-beauty-prints and moth. 
A Bizarre appearance to an American pedagogue 
Struggling to overcome fired Nepa on frame of log. 
Other patients were cavalrymen and civilians per- 
haps for the grave; 
One soldier wearing a perforation for which I didn't 

crave : 
Used to watch the ward steward and medico 
Probe for a compress of a yard or so; 
Medicate a new one, and for a minute 
Would be passing, passing that rag in it. 
A Chinese had his lower extremities diseased — 
He was secularly interesting before he was eased. 
Told me in rigmarole that he caught the itch travel- 
ing streams. 
Didn't fancy the malady even in my dreams. 
The various organizations would alphabetically come 
To have their fingerprints registered — dumb 
And concrete evidence for the unspayed futurity: 
For instance: if shadowing crimes should proven be 
'Gainst one of the well paid personnel of the cavalry, 
Soldering at home or in lands across the sea — 
Desertion, fraudulent enlistment in age or name, 
Those recorded phrophylactics would scream and 

frame 
The advocate for conviction. Presto, convicted 

felon. 
Prisoners arraigned to courtmartial are whilom, 
Ay, "guilty" until duly proven otherwise 

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And in custody of "the officer of the day" lies. 
No bail can keep them out of the guardhouse prison, 
Tho' "rank" would be a factor as a prism 
In classification of the elemental, primary ray 
That encompasseth us roundabout throughout our 

day. 
Interesting and klaedoscopic it was to (painfully) 

watch 
The work of the hospital corps — ^A well drilled 

batch — 
As to behold the local firmament darkened 
By Myriad flocks of flitting Vampire barkened 
To the many watches of Luna's (to them) magnetic 

night; 
Or the pest of grasshoppers swarming tight 
Eating and browsing on tropical trees and lichen, 
Garden truck, fruits, and flowers pitching 
Their beauty and fragrance into the atmosphere, 
The same shocked by one mighty hum and jeer. 
Grasshoppers are very courageous in their flit, 
Will brush you, bump you, and headon hit 
Pedestrians square in the visage's orb. Lo, 
The reservation is covered for a mile high or so, 
Can bearly scan the good, florid, friendly sun 
Setting where the bay waters tide, boom and run. 
The ward superintendent, each and every morn. 
Would punctiliously visit us after the chores borne, 
Those necessary duties to bed and toilet. 
Though the same the simplest as a peeping violet 
Growing in cultivated bed, so comfy, no nice. 
The aforesaid flowerbed a dial of clock whose price 
Uncatalogued 'mongst the mammoth ads of mer- 
chandise. 
Jeweler and merchant businesslike boosts entice 

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Customers to purchase "in holiday rush" his wares 
To his self-aggrandizement and civic stares. 
He was camaraderie and pity merger in one! 
Would do his level best to raise the sun 
Of the deadened surroundings with lively joke 
Culled from Judge or Life ; and surreptiously poke 
Comicality in prose or pictures from the latest paper, 
Which would be a month old, by japer! 
Transports are a slow mail distributers, I ween, 
Nothing is fast except the metropolis' green. 
Manila, a coral gem of the Philippine groupe. 
Browse, oh Browse Americano on the tropical poop ; 
Browse midship and stern 'tis thy own floral east 
Rapidly transforming to an argosy-Amjerican, 

Leased 
By right of conquest and victory galore — 
Two wars baptise thy palmy shore. 
I was a unite in the defense of thee ! 
Now in sorrow I gazed across the requiting sea 
At the Pacificist's civilization and happiness. 
Yea, from depths of this treacherous territorial 

abyss. 
The isolation tents was a repellent camp ! 
What dreaded plague was rampant and clamp 
Some soldiery Individual far, far from home 
Where sweet parents waited In vain to welcome? 
I would gaze across and become goosed — intimi- 
dated, 
Lest I was for that foreign encampment slated. 
Slated that ward with isolation like the Island 

Moloka,. Indeed, 
There leprosy buries its dreaded, malignant seed. 
Shamming physical unity I'd confidantly assert to 
the chief 

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That I would like to go for duty! Unfeigned grief, 

And take a plunge to Iligan without an eyesore. 

Silent and deadly, would grip me the while, 

Ay, heartsick I'd be tender as a child. 

Daily I could see Datus with their wives and 

Hombres 
Traveling, traveling to Iligan beneath the shade 

trees. 
Daily I could hear the bells of the campanied pony, 
Also "Sigue" of post guard to trespassing phony 
Who hates the alien master born in the continent 

new, 
Now trespassing, ay, monopolizing his county, 

whew! 
Perhaps a pony would balk, or rambumptiously 

run away; 
A native chicken fight — prize cocks sans bolo and 

cockpit's gray; 
A race for "Aqua" to be hurriedly bolted — drank 
From dipper — an improvised elephant ear, coconut 

shell — at tank; 
A bargaining in Spanish for a native mat, 
Or marketable rooster of good tropical fat. 
A baseball game I'd look down upon periodically, 
A nine — fans from the diving torpedo boats verily. 
Squadron was deployed in Kriegspiel to Malabang. 
Surgeon returned me for duty ere the bitter fang, 
Country of the Moro, was flanked and traversed. 
'Twas a lasting joy to me, a trooper well versed 
In the multitudinous strategic duties of cavalry. 
To be quartered once again by the big rolling sea; 
To be amongst, aye, to be one of the lusty and strong, 
Those disciplined huskies of tragic story and song; 
To be able to visit the deep blooming seashore 

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NIAGARA 

Falls and cascades I've seen 
By the dozen "big and little," 

But thou hast the plum, oh scene, 
Scenic big and tittle. 

'Twas as dark as dark could be the night I gazed 

on thee; 
Perhaps old Luna shed her light, but how the trees 

of the park benight? 
Benight — and Niagara's marvellous glee. 

Galaxy lights of manufactory that surround you 
attracted my attention as thy v^aters pound 
you; 

Icy mettle had thee in its grip ; cold wsls the prospect 
for a dip — 
Winter wsls exploited around you. 

Cold v^as the night w^hen I pondered thy boom 

v^^here thy running vs^aters thundered 
Gracefully over the Angular precipice, and wrhere I 
stood in the snovv^ the railing v^^as ice — 
Thy guardian's thorn — so that I wondered. 

Mechanically thy human guardians thee watched, 

ever on the qui vive they despatched 
Thy daily and nightly readings, and war-sentinels, 
on sentry go, heard thy pleadings, 
Pleadings at dejeuner matched. 



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Goat Island to me was so forbidding that to explore 

it I'd only be kidding, 
And Toronto made it a side issue (this valuable 

gem) consequently Canada, I love thy diadem 
For work-a-day week thou art so hidden. 

I sought the assistance of the old commissionaire 

whose friendly lights didn't flare 
Enough enticement for me, a stranger, to stroll the 

bypaths of the tiny island mountain, I fain 

might roll. 
Roll into the treacherous rapids there. 

At least — a drenching. In the extreme — death. 

How horrid to contemplate neath the "Lady 

of the Midst's breath ? 
This gentlemanly official was courteous, indeed, sold 

me literature my purse to bleed — 
Whose legend this spotlight of earth. 

Receiving minute directions of the route I hied 
myself to make the Canadians pout: 

Paid a dime in toll to cross the International bridge, 
which is lengthy; for the St. Lawrence is no 
midge — 
Pleasure and freighter ply about. 

Was awakened from Niagara's noisy, hypnotic spell 
by challenge of armed sentinel who finally said, 
alls well! 

Turning me over to the commander of the guard, 
while cipher omens typed my brainbox hard. 
For I dreaded the inquisition sometimes fell. 



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Passing my cardboard carte-blanche to an officer 
of rank (mechanically a second sentry passed 
to and fro on our flank) 

I silently wondered how many pickets they had 
distributed along this boundary as a fad 
And protection from dynamiter crank? 

He damanded my business in tone of conscription: 
Where I was born; what I worked at I had to 
give discription. 
He glistened when he discovered that I once be- 
longed to England and a discharged soldier out 
of a command — 
Returning home a secularist to restriction. 

Begged me to call in again when I sent my postals 
home. Gladded my heart with an invitation 
to roam. 
Every place in hilly Canada was closed so corres- 
pondence on this trip couldn't be nosed — 
Bitter communion on the auspicious occasion — 
Anon Buncombe. 

Returning, he suggested I'd better try the saloon, but 
the idea seemed too preposterous so I left his 
toon. 

Repassing the working Tommy I honked "good- 
night" tho' unfavorable his accoutrements for 
fight, ^ 
Decorating him like a scudding moon. 



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His officers den tanged me with cosiness until I did 
admire office paraphernalia, maps, stove with 
fire. 

Bravely I adventured the park adjacent the famous 
falls inwardly sorrowing at night's palls — 
Blankety blank darkness and wintery ire. 

I pondered the missing of a puUman's peep at the 
scenic gorge, and, bless your heart, the daylight 
fires of Niagara forge, 

Also the alien state whose reciprocity we seek — 
tariff is sweet even to the classy meek: 
Peace, always peace the U. S. urge. 

What a nuisance the engineer who runs his train 

late? Tempting us to overstay where they 

cant properly accommodate, 
Where we don't want to register and be a resident; 

where we're loosing more than we're gaining 

and with sorrow pent, 
Sorrow — not the clairvoyance dreamy sate. 

Sorrow at our losses in business transaction; sorrow 
at train's tardiness and night's election. 

Night when unfamiliar sights is darker than the 
darkest hour (shadows dont mark 'er) 
And disparagement exploits its action. 

Criminal was the railroads dilatoriness for artificially 

lit was Niagara Abyss. 
Niagara Falls" a lodestone to the sightseer and 

current timetable disregarded — jeer — 
Yet, no ; we the dove of peace kiss. 



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LINES TO BELFAST 

What do I remember of Belfast? 

Well, I'll tell you in fiery blast: 

The city's avenue and street 

Has loud and fervent beat 

Of kettle and bass Drum, 

Also instruments borne on the thum. 

How well they pierce that local empyrean — 

Oh, the music so beautiful augean. 

Methinks, God blessed those minstrels 

For luxuriously the cavehill city swells 

In population and resident chic. 

There, fife, flute and piccolo pick 

The lover of the music grand. 

Oh, Belfast is the best city of that land ! 

Yes, par excellence and fairest in demand. 

There, arches span and emblematically stand 

A sabaothic monument of the day — 

An anniversay's good fray. 

There, civic sons grandly rejoice 

With mighty drum and voice 

In the field for the purpose, 

In field where no rancor blows 

To the various fraternizedations. 

Yet those of green hallucinations 

Pout, peeve and bemoan their lot. 

Can't join in and celebrate, not plot 

The overthrow of the years now past — 

Good twelfths of July in Belfast. 

Yea, regalia in multi-color 

Decorate debonair persons fuller 

For the auspicious occasion, 



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When the honorable Caucasian 

Remembers past glory, immortal 

In song and statue of portal. 

William of orange, the beloved! 

King William who successfully shoved 

His victorious army across the Irish sea. 

Clashed with King James and made him flee 

To the French sanctuary an alien. 

An alien of the highest honor and den 

An exile from his mighty throne — 

A throne of greatest fame and tone. 

Now they lovingly congregate. 

Mimicking the good victor's hate. 

Oh, glorious, victorious, momentous day 

That chased Catholicism away; 

That has the drum beating 

Though the weather be sleeting 

Or broiling, sultry hot. 

Popular musical selections roll 

As the pegeant proudly stroll 

In cadenced step; the Orangeman 

Exalting his beloved country; an' 

Exotic fauna and flora 

Dazzling the radiance of fair Dora. 

He hates to be a recluse, or need 

Everlastingly the bible to read 

For nought until the dark noon ; 

Bibliomania he does croon 

As he celebrates the glorious day 

His forefathers loved, hurrah! 

Hurrah — "finis coronotat opus." 

The end crowns the work, plus 

And minus the day is celebrated, 



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Decadent Fenianism buUily bullbated. 

Striated as her sunset on Lough and Hills 

Her buildings speaks of prosperity, not ills. 

Her Town Hall, her Library, her College 

Pave the brain of the stranger as maulage 

Of shipcarpenter on transalantic Liner 

That her municipality and streets are fine, none 

finer ; 
That her polity and commissioners is O. K., 
Equitable as her landlocked quay 
Where interisland commerce rolls on. 
Ever on! the Orangemen's day it does scorn; 
Or her shipyards, spinning mills, etcetera — 
Hers is an industry found nowhere any better. 
Ferries supply the want of Harbor Bridges; 
Heather blooms purpler on her ridges. 
Orange Lily, Sweet William and Batchelors Button 
Are sported by everybody but Paddy Dutton. 
Paddy is for the Shamrock and Green and White; 
His musical instrument, the Harp, for it he'll fight. 
But remember string Instruments is not the all 

in all — 
Manufacturers of Wind Instruments has a thousand 

at call. 
Why stick to one ? Why not assimilate the variety ? 
Celebrate as Orangeman and not as stay-at-home 

Moriety? 
Her Parks I just idolize for they are just splendid, 
Flowerbeds bespeaks well of being carefully 

attended ; 
But, oh, if the open air Park flowers pass 
What of her Botanical Gardens where exotics are 

enmass ? 



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Oh, her window Potted plants are simply grand; 
Her Hawthorn and Boxwood and Lough strand 
Is gorgeous and satiates her population, 
Who goes wild for progressiveness and decoration: 
Cockade Hat, Apron, sash, musical drum — 
What do I remerber? Well, cast up the foregoing 
sum. 

Yea, to be where tht Orange Lily 

And sweet William bloom. 
And think only of King Billy 

To dispel the Blues' gloom 
Which eats my heart away 
And the Revelations bright ray. 

Yes, to wear once again in buttonhole 
The emblem of the Orangemen; 

To know that truths so bold 

Is the fundamental principle and plan 

Of my brother born in the land 

Of St. Patrick, the Presbyterian grand. 



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IRISH BONFIRES 

In old Ireland the bonfire is chronic 

In July and August of the year ; 
Protestantism is blatantly resonic 

In this kind of dangerous cheer. 

Parnell, — Lundy and oft times a Papist 

In effigy is burnt — 
Don't while in parliament use a bigoted fist 

Or you'll soon get the inherent 

Piecemeal, fiery antidote for your disease : 
Torches of turf, sauterated with parafine, 

Will tinge, blazon on the city streets as fleas 
Of hovel in city slum. 

Erstwhile this pleasure and annual pastime 

Is excellent in its way. 
I've attended and celebrated to rhyme 

Of fire and drum in city and o'er brae. 

Bad deeds (done in hatred) 

And bad valour (Amen) 
Is remembered. Paid in full — freighted 

Is the belligerency never slain. 

Oh, old Ireland is an awful trouble 

Worshipping an Italian Pope, 
Who considers himself an infallible double 

Of Christ our only hope. 



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Wants Home Rule this coming year, 
Emerald Isle of harp flag green, 

Who worships an Antichrist — jeer. 

Ye protestants where Erin's shamrocks 
gleam. 

Set lighted match to bonfire, do, 

'Tis a pleasure and pastime; 
Let the world ken you are true 

To thy forefathers blest chime. 

Let your children be as thee 

When the reach the years of maturity; 
Let not thy characteristicness flee 

With arbitration and local purity. 

Fight the good fight once again 

It will fructify and seed ; 
Fight with prayer as for rain. 

But remember fires you need 

To strengthen and cultivate vim, 
And, perhaps, the better valour 

And Heavenly courage of him 
Who died in blackness, not pallor. 

A, good recognition, thrice blest, indeed! 

God was always very near 
The righteous Christian's act or deed. 

Always ready, day dark or clear 

To acknowledge thee his son ; 

Wants thee to be an Angel, 
When thy race is favorably run. 

In the land we love so well. 

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Yea, have the bonfire lit, 

Make it a guerdon true; 
It will help thee when you are bit 

By adversary's poisonous rue. 

Lundy, thy trusted Episcopalian, 

Turned and seceded from thy cause; 

Didn't harken to thy wailing, 
Left his orbit and laws. 

Left his Church and flock to fold 

The lost minions of Rome 
Within Londonderry's walls; walls so bold. 

So protestant, and palatial home 

To followers of a royal king 

That would nobly and courageously support 
The rich, poor and hirling 

With sword and Christian court. 

Let your fires blaze in effigy 

To the righteous Lord above. 
He has wondrously favored Thee 

Since Ireland's initial fire of love. 



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LINES TO THE STORY OF THE GREAT 
FLOOD AND CYCLONE DISASTERS 

By Thomas H. Russel, A. M., L. L. D. 

The bible is such a little tome 

Its published as tiny as postage stamp; 

But hark to the above treatise 
And gnash your teeth and stamp. 

The Myriad subjects of biblical history 

Is abridged to nothingness; 
Perhaps, oh book, thou art the same ; 

Tho' covering only a weeks abyss. 

The creation is not lauded for population, 
But its aftermath was progressiveness ; 

Tribes developed where void reigned 
With history of cruelty and bliss. 

We would sometimes appreciate more detail 

Of the antidiluvian period; 
Our imagination leads us madly 

To the grotesque and weird. 

No ; the creation is not much on population, 

Contrasts the flooded district; 
Dear story, thy author treats his subject 

Virtuously; tho' a glimpse of the waters 
would make you sick. 

Will generations in the great futurity 

Have our longings and wish 
The tome to be thrice as large, 

Or as big as Jonah's fish ? 

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Woolly Nebraska's tornado wild, 

Fair Ohio's deluge uncanny 
Was history of the moment, 

They which we didn't want any. 

Real estate "In Ye Olden Tymes" 

Was very much, terra firma ; 
But Lord look at a metropolis today 

And then at the ancient's wigwamy. 

Skyscrapers, cantilever suspension bridges, 

Spires and smokestacks as high 
As the tower of contention — Babel, 

Which all the earth's tribes reared to the sky. 

What was the offense, oh Lord, 

That Thou saw it good 
To devastate and raze them to the ground — 

Do we not enjoy the floral wood? 

Do we not picnic and serve thee 

In servility good and meet? 
Blindly we accept Thy oracles, 

Except when doubting Thomas' meet. 

We love nature! Behold our parks 

Where the children sport; 
We love the ocean ! Look at Panama ; 

Is the canal a hurt? 

Our ships ply the quasi-deluge — 

Why didst thou without warning send 

Calamity to plague Omaha and Dayton, 
Was it for us thee to better comprehend? 



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BEAUTIFUL PASSAIC FALLS 
Introduction 

All things are created to change: 

Childhood grows to manful manhood; 

Herbs grow from seed pollen to things of usefulness ; 

Trees spring from the acorn to well developed 
timber ; 

Fishes from, the reared-in-the-laboratory, spawn 

To edible anchovy table d'hote repast; 

Chickens from the eggs in the incubator 

To laying fowls — the blessing of housewife and 
family ; 

Fountains from the past plentiful rains — 

The thoughtfulness of our deified Godhead; 

The waters of our creeks and rivers the same won- 
derful source! 

Friendly hills retainers of our daily supply — 

The marvellous supply of the Passaic River. 

It having its source and estuary in the Appalachian 
Range; 

The mountains that beautifies the Atlantic coats's 
profile, 

The mountains whose watershed feed the Passaic 
River 

With its dizzling climax the box falls; 

Falls that, by man's ingenuity, is a gigantic power 
plant. 

Man has excavated, dredged, dammed, constructed; 

Using all thy summer waters to develop the neces- 
sary electric current 

To the nudity (water dress a-work) of the falls. 



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The S. U. M. proprietors has laid the axe to the 
tree! 

Now the diminutive gorge with elevation where 
their plant has site 

Is terraced with walks, and park of the escarped 
variety. 

Betwixt the adjacent buildings the floral gardening 
is immense. 

But, thank God, the S. U. M. cannot at all cycled 
seasons 

Use the bountiful supply of the glorious river, 

Occasionally the wronged waterfalls has full play 

And then resident and stranger wonders and photo- 
graph. 

Paterson, the silk city of New Jersey; 
Paterson, where textile labors hold forth, 
Hold sway fifty-two weeks of the year. 
Visitors alight from autos and train. 
From trolley and motorcycle's whirring noise 
Glad that their goal is at hand ; 
Glad to pick faults in thy street system; 
In thy electrics glad, mellow rays. 
Endeavoring to transform the city's warmth, 
In elixir, to the cockles of their heart. 
Trolleys grinding and passing is inspiration! 
Transients have come from far and near 
They want to be amused with things Paterson 
Ere they gasp at the wonders of the Passaic Falls. 
Stores are interesting and patterned to their spirit — 
The spirit they are feeding to fruition. 
Where ? But in manufacturing Paterson could they 
see, 



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See the spirit of the tumbling waters ? 
Majestic cascading of water nymph to freedom. 
The hankering after the life of their sire — 
Scion faithfully adhering. Grudgingly giving in 
That progress from the ways of their father is for 

the better. 
Other metropolis may editorially endite, 
Graphically protray, by means of the ubiquitous 

newspaper, 
The progressiveness of the modern spirit, 
Loving spirit whose intentions are to rule democracy. 
Democracy's institution is for progressive prepard- 

ness. 
Democracy is the democracy of our Lord Jesus 

Christ. 
The sweet, sympathetic democracy found in the 

silk city 
Where the limpid waters, dressed in lacy colors, 
Joyously tumble in loud laughter to freedom. 
Visitants enthusiastically surveys the rainbow scene — 
Thundering cleft in the rugged clifts heart. 
Signally sympathetic core of the whole grandeur. 
Cardinally they lean agape on the sprayey bridge 
To glimpse the laughing lips where the waters roll 

away 
After descending to depths of the Cauldron's love- 
liness. 
Behold the beautiful concordant water 
Placid-like as it unhesitatingly takes the first leap 
Ere it more rapidly rush to be garlanded in airey 

beauty — 
A dress fit for any queen ! 
Behold the scintilating train of loveliness 



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Echoing joj^ous hurrah of the leaping waters 

Whose life is everlasting, ay, unto aye! 

Can the excursionist not now see the domes and 

spires, 
The smokestacks and green foliage of the street 

trees 
Whose companions are the abodes of the progressive 

peoples ? 
Peoples whose hearts and souls are clean — 
Righteous unto the ways of the Almighty. 
Who only err by ritual ignorance, 
Abhorrent fear of departing from the paths of their 

fathers. 
Behold the monument to their fathers Sabaoth 

glory, 
Endying, supernal record for the coming generations. 
Who can gaze on this monumental crown without 

awe? 
Without experiencing thrills of militant glory 
That it stands for union and victory — 
As the waters stand for generative power and force ? 
What abysmal beauty in those bare, robbed walls? 
What a pedestial for the laudation and glory. 
Glory of the new Jerseyans' unselfinishness ? 
Vainglory of those heroes immortality! 
What an improved setting for the rapproachment 

of those waters ? 
Parks and bridges in grandeur galore ; 
Residental wigwams strewed along its banks; 
Bungalows thrusted from waters to clifts; 
Manufactures and domiciles pulsating in ravines and 

rifts 
That intensify the hills which fringe the river. 



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Hills that are studded with evergreens — 

The evergreen of the lonely pine. 

Glimpse the garret mountains w^ith its observation 

tower, 
Also target range of the renowned state militia, 
An asset of preparedness that speakes manfully for 

the future. 
See the dammed waters for wintery pastimes : 
Skating, slaying and its kindred sports. 
There youths of both sex war on each other fero- 
ciously, 
Yet in kindred rivalry and fraternal spirit. 
Phalanx and detachments belching batteries of 

snow — 
Munitions manufactured on the spot. 
Oh, snowballing satiates their savagery. 
Enthuses and keeps their blues in bounds 
As the adstriction of the now glacial district, 
Iciled wonder 'mongst the cataract's magnificience. 
Magnetizes the enthusiasm of the sightseer and 

resident. 
You can hear and see both auto and trolley — 
Totowa and Singac are live burgs. 
Little Falls, media between, surrendering the bay of 

beauty — 
Beautiful indeed the Passaic River labyrinth of 

scenic glory 
Perpetuated and ravashed by sweet floods of 

romance. 
Here sire and scion plight their troth ; 
Here the future prodigy tastes of the wormwood 

and the gall — 
And the stature and beauty of Milady's figure 

improves, 

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Rounds out to the starry loveliness of womanhood. 

Charming, radiant are her scintilating eyes 

Moved by the clandestine spirit and living waters; 

Waters whose attractive glory in proverbial! 

Superlative is its powers and force 

Over the creature whom God loves, 

Whom God sways as the reed on the rimpled warp 

Finally pulling him into his haven of protection. 

New Jersey, New Jersey has the waters fresh and 

salt, 
Has the Aquatic Calisthenics unfermented and malt, 
Her population's in ecstacy — about industry and 

pastimes they'd halt. 

Her seaboard's one rousing, tremendous resort 
Where her resident and transient can like fishes 

sport — 
Can holiday honorably to gain. Not dire hurt. 

Every city's in elation about its sea or lake, 

Every city can D. V. its appetite for old Neptune 

slake — 
Can be canoeist and lover, sea rover like Drake. 

The Passaic River is favorably located to employees 

of mill ; 
The silk city is enthused and lovingly patronize this 

quill, 
Circumspectly they cover its area upward from the 

S. U. M. fill. 



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Water nymphs scales are skimpet, bare arms and 
floating hair, 

Also colored rubber cap that makes the landlubbers 
stare, 

Silk stockings (perhaps) and frocks, but — they in- 
variably like to be bare. 

Street gamin in unconvention determines the high 

dive 
Bare precipice of the falls is where they connive, 
Where they jump preceptlbly down, down to swim- 
mers who the old sport revives. 

Its the tiptop highest, higher than any of the several 

swimming school 
Where diving and splashing and swimming not in 

ridicule. 
Where the sex learn to swim — ^play in the living 

waters like any tom fool. 

Canoes and row boats in all colors of the prism 
Row, paddle and sail to and fro and back again to 

the chasm — 
While passengers lull in cushions and dream of 

things ism. 

Park trees border, confine the limpid waters to their 

course. 
What a boundary? Rustic, primative and full of 

cultivated force. 
Full of poeticalness, and prosy as auto or horse. 



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Lo the motor canoe is a pleasure full of sunshine — 
Patefamalias and his all can better picnic and dine, 
Ruminate on the river island, beauty, bridges and 
sunset supine. 

Ice cream and soda vendors caters to their patron, 
High life in glorious simplicity to mayor or academy 

don. 
To factory employee who can brouse on Cracker 

Jack or Scone. 

Oh, milady of lace, parasol and what not 
Enjoys the running, icy waters in tree shadowed spot 
Reading magazines or chattering agape like peram- 
bulator tot. 

New Jersey, New Jersey has the waters fresh and 

salt, 
Has the Aquatic Calisthenics unfermented and malt, 
Her population's in ecstacy — ^About industry and 

pastimes they'd halt 



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